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highhhfiveee · 6 months

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safety net [p3] (pornstar!mike schmidt x reader)

part two: 🚿 | part four: 🏆

tags: lots of mentions of porn, smut (descriptions of sex being filmed, featuring unprotected sex, dirty talk, clit rubbing, squirting, some workplace intimacy lmao), angst?, exposition! reader gets a taste of mike's world and things begin to shift. proofread many times but if there are still errors, idk what to say lmao

“wow."

"i know right," you say plainly, eyes wide at your best friend, claire, as you take a large gulp of your hot latte. claire cuts her gaze to you, puffing her cheeks out in a sigh. you were always so in awe by her, the feeling proved once again when she'd actually agreed wholeheartedly to view your boyfriend's porn.

"i still don't believe that you're dating him," she sputters with outrage as she points to your computer on the dining room table, open to a still of mike with dick in hand, coming on some dark-haired girl's keen face. "and i don't believe it even more so because you decided to wait six months before telling me. i thought we were best friends!"

you can tell her outrage is whimsical by the way she faints into your arms, and you reach forward to catch her.

"yeah but, like, best friends from adolescence that don't see each other very often. last time i saw you was three months ago."

"okay, but by then you'd been dating him for three months, and that's almost half a year!"

"barely, claire."

you couldn't even believe that you were dating him. you hadn't known how you two went from meeting outside an underwhelming, overpriced restaurant to making out and cuddling intimately in mike's bed four out of seven days a week. it'd felt like no time had passed at all; you'd just been living without thinking. mike took every worry off your shoulders, freeing you of anxiety in so many ways that you couldn't believe someone that caring and accommodating was real.

he paid for your sessions after you'd mindlessly rambled about not being able to afford this therapist you really liked. he sent you the credentials to his grocery delivery membership, encouraging you to get anything you wanted or needed. you could finally consistently get things that were good, and healthy. he paid your rent, and respected the fact that you didn't want to move in with him and wanted autonomy to work and pay for your other personal expenses.

"i just want you to be happy. you tell me what you want, and we'll make it happen."

he had you and it didn't feel real. you felt like you couldn't tell anyone about it, terrified that everything would crumble if you spoke even a word about him being your partner, so sweet and good and rewarding. you didn't want to hide him, but you didn't want things to collapse. not this time.

you wouldn't be able to take it this time.

you explain all this to claire, ending with, "i'm sorry it took so long. i just really want this to last." you'd told her about everything, even about dating simon briefly and how he led you to mike.

claire nods, chewing on a wedge of pineapple speared by a fork. she's given up her fainting performance, once again munching on her breakfast and clicking the pad on your laptop. the video you two were watching resumes, and you watch her face for bit, eyes shifting around the screen in intrigue, before turning back to it as well.

"you deserve it, y/n. that simon guy sounded like a dickhead. an expired card, and the bathroom excuse? fucking lame." her voice doesn't chop through the amplified sound of both mike and the girl moaning, whiny and feral. they're absolutely gone, and you're really not thinking about simon anymore. fuck him.

now, you thought of mike.

granted, you hadn't been like the people in mike's videos, up to a certain point. you'd done the kissing and the heavy petting, but you hadn't had sex at all, in any form, and he didn't pressure you into feeling like it was some sort of requirement. he agreed with taking it slow, placing emphasis on the romantic before the sexual. you knew there would be no issues with the sexual; why rush into it when you could have the slow burn, all the tension you wanted up until you were ready?

mike hadn't fought it, and yeah, you thought, you did deserve it. you deserved to be treated like this.

"called me over for an art date, i guess you still painted," the girl mewls with a devilish smile, licking at mike's---sorry, chase cox's---come around her mouth.

"mhm, baby. masterpiece, if i do say so myself." mike is so pretty on the screen; sweaty and flustered, but so confident at the same time, polite too. even when he's in an act, he's so attentive; he moves hair away from eyes and wipes spit off chins and cradles waists while he adjusts his hips to hit various angles, turning almost everyone he filmed with into a "braindead fucktoy"---claire's filthy words, not yours (though you didn't mind the idea).

the video ends with a snippet of aftercare, the both of them wiping at each other's bodies with gentle motions. it's how they all end, and you think it's really nice, showing a crucial part of sex that most people forgo. you'd seen plenty of mike's videos by now, and knew that while some were vastly more kinky than others, they all followed the same formula of care, concern, and curtesy.

you could tell mike lived by that, too.

"well, i gotta scoot to work," claire murmurs, leaning down to grab for her bag. "but thank you for inviting me to breakfast so you could show and tell me that you've been dating a wildly handsome, generous, and charismatic sex worker. best videos i've seen by far, honestly. are you seeing him today?"

you nod sheepishly, and claire laughs into the sky, doctored with comical bitterness. "well, let the record show that i am both extremely jealous and extraordinarily happy for you." she gives you a toothy smile, poking at your shoulder with both index fingers. "seriously. you deserve it all."

you carry this thought with you as you ride in one of the company's chartered cars, traversing through the roads to their main studio, the biggest one in the city. there were only 4 throughout the metro area, but this one, a gigantic penthouse isolated at the top of a 275-foot tall apartment complex, had the most space and atmosphere of them all. you remember coming here to take your picture for the all-access card mike had given you. he was so happy to gift it to you a few months ago, finally getting through after bugging the execs to give him another card with unhindered access for months.

"finally got the hard copy, just for you. got your name on it and everything," he'd smiled so wide, clipping it on one of his merch lanyards; white with black, serif text that read, "chase cox world domination". you'd fallen over in laughter, kissing at his cheeks while thanking him between giggles.

you hadn't been here many times over the last three months, but when you were, you were able to slip through every door and security checkpoint without hassle. people knew who you were and attended to you, telling you exactly where mike was in the studio or offering to get you any refreshments or sundries you were after. you'd always declined, extending extreme gratitude to everyone servicing you, but today, you ask for a bottle of fancy artesian water. you deserve it.

the few times you'd been here before were usually half-hours after mike had finished a scene, helping him pack up to head home for the day, but this time, you'd come early, wanting to catch a glimpse of him at work.

you take the elevator to the top, stepping out into the concrete foyer of the industrial workspace. the gray of the material was accented with bright art and other pops of color in furniture and decor that conveyed the new age principles and ideology of the production company. it made sense why the videos were so honored, with the people behind them being young and progressive and on the right side of history (and design).

there are eight rooms on the floor; three for shooting, three for aesthetics and dressing, one for an office, and one for storage. there were bathrooms in three of them and two down the main hallway that opened into the formal living room/break area and kitchen. you'd been told that mike was in the hunger room; this one set up for messier, more bodily fluid oriented videos, as opposed to the softer passion and kinkier desire shooting rooms.

the rooms are all hidden behind frosted, sliding glass doors with the titles printed onto placards affixed next to them. you find hunger after walking a little, and gently pull on the handle. the door slides open soundlessly, and you're closing it behind you as you step inside, your eyes locked on the scene in front of you.

mike and his partner are arranged on a leather couch in a living room set, his hips shoving into her in this perceptive way. he's reading her body language and reacting accordingly, and you can see why she's moaning so genuinely, feet dangling by the ankle over mike's shoulders. the couch is already drenched in liquid, wet and puddled under the girl's ass.

he grabs for the back of the couch to go deeper, leaning down to press kisses on her lips as the cameraman focuses in on where they're connected. the sound is so lewd, and it makes you press your thighs together as you watch alongside the small production crew.

"feel good? happy to have a friend like me? someone who knows you, knows your body? someone who makes you feel better and come harder than your stupid fucking boyfriend?" his partner mewls out a broken, exasperated, "y-yyesssss" between gritted teeth as her moans get higher and higher pitched. suddenly, she's reaching at mike's back to scratch at his skin, screaming out as mike leans off to the side of her, massaging his fingertips over her clit and cooing, "yeah, just let go. know he's never made you feel like this, wasting this perfect pussy..."

his partner squirts against the camera with a screech, loud and raw but pretty. the lens is covered in a heavy spray of bodily fluid as she arches her back and grinds her mound into mike's hand, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. "that's fucking it," he encourages, speaking in her ear as he looks down at the mess in his peripherals and rides her through it. "just the way you deserve." you swear he locks eyes with you when he says it, and he only confirms it with the small smirk he throws your way, managing to fit it into the ending of the shot. his eyes twinkle through the aftercare segment, and he talks with his spent coworker, calling, "she just wants to sit for a second" to a PA with a chuckle.

"okay, ten minute break and then we're shooting the come shot."

her legs slowly straighten out as mike throws the towel he's handed around his waist and slides his feet into the slippers stored behind the couch. he grabs a water from an outstretched hand as he makes his way over to you, smelling like sweat and sex and glistening with this nearly angelic post-fuck glow. it's like he's coming down from the gates of porn heaven.

"hi, my love," he muses, pulling you into a tight hug before saying, "how much did you see?"

"like right before the squirting. it's very..." you're not sure what to say, really. maybe, just maybe, you need to change your underwear, but you don't want to be weird about it. you're sure he's heard weird, and beyond weird, but you want to maintain composure in front of his coworkers. you give him a tight smile, resting your hand on his pulsing bicep. "just makes me think things."

"maybe we should add 'thought-provoking' to the list of labels for the company," he jokes, taking a sip of water while winking at you. "you're a genius, baby."

you're giggling along with him, opening your mouth to continue the joke when two tanned arms reach from behind him to cross in an X over his chest. a head peeks from behind him, and she's immediately unmistakable to you.

it's his current scene partner, who is also the girl from the video you watched earlier today. the one eager for his come, whining for him to make a mess of her face while letting him beat his dick on her tongue. you think back to all of the videos you've seen her in where she's with mike. she always comes the hardest working with him, and vice versa. something about it makes you sick.

she's smiling at his cheek, eyes focused on his as he turns his glance towards her. her arms get tighter around him and you notice how she gets closer, pressing her front tighter against his back. "caught your breath?"

"you know i always do," she brags, licking at her canines as her stare moves to you, looking you up and down with snarky scrutiny. "casting department's starting to slack."

you shrink, feeling so small that you don't feel like you're interrupting something anymore. you might as well just not be there, and you're about to sink into pitiful posture when mike snarls, "hey, watch yourself. y/n, this is amelie, and li, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i told you about her." the sound of mike saying the nickname turns to bile in your throat, searing you on the way down and keeping you from speaking.

amelie gives you a blank expression now, standing beside mike with no qualms at being fully naked in front of a stranger. "y/n, y/n...not ringing any bells," she places her hands on her hips, tossing her dark, sex-tousled hair over her collarbones. "sorry."

you don't know why you're daunted by her; you're usually daunted by no one, and able to speak up for yourself when people are acting catty. this time, you can't help but be unnerved by her perfection, or how close she is to it. perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect boobs...

"i'm kidding," amelie's smooth, beguiling voice rips you from your thoughts, and you're gasping for something to say when she continues, "he's shown me endless pictures, and knows that i think you're gorgeous." her tone picks up the tiniest bit as she quips, "my eyes are up here, by the way." she's throwing you off, frustrating you in so many ways and you're just stammering with mike looking between the two of you.

"i'm sorry---"

"it's really fine. millions of people have seen them, everyone's always thirsty for more of me and chase cox..." she drags the end of her sentence out as she runs the tips of her long, cherry red nails along the back of mike's neck, ending in a laugh.

"'mike schmidt' isn't a porn name, we already had this conversation."

"neither is chase cox, if we're being real," they launch into a chitchat, and you once again feel like you're intruding. there's no denying that they have insane chemistry, but it still rips at you; you're aware of them having an entire moment in front of you, complete with the body language and glances and suddenly, you don't care about their connection. mike was your boyfriend, and it didn't matter what she said or did. they'd made so many videos together, yet, every night he came home to you, and not her.

"yeah, well you're still moaning chase when you come,"

"because i can't dox you like that--"

you clear your throat noisily, gaining their attention with an eyeroll, and amelie observes you and your curled lip with recognition of your game. she didn't expect you to have bite, not with the way you look now. you're not the assertive, 'take-no-shit' girl from the pictures mike showed her. she thinks you're merely a hint of that, and that it completely evaporates when someone lights a fire under your ass, but maybe she's wrong for once. "watched a bunch of your stuff. it was really good, you're talented."

"thanks," her gratitude is dry and bitchy, and you're about to say more when a PA calls a two minute warning and she squints her eyes into slits at you. "hope you're ready to see a lot more of me." she uses mike's shoulder to pivot with a sly smirk, sauntering back to the now wiped down leather couch, ripples coursing through her ass with every step.

you look to mike with astonishment, wondering where he's been during this whole thing, and who that girl is, and if she's genuine bad news or simply one of those callous girls that guys love to chase.

mike had defended you, sure, but he'd gotten captured too. what if she's indoctrinating him some--

"she's nice," you blurt, stopping yourself from the overthinking you'd resorted to. you needed to be nice to yourself. you deserved this, deserved everything you had with mike. nothing was taking that away from you, and you could feel secure in that. mike would reassure you.

he does, saying, "isn't she?" with a snicker. "don't worry about her, okay? it's her personality, and she does everyone like that, so she's not just targeting you. ignore her, and if you don't like the small jokes either, i can tell her to knock it off. whatever you want. also, lunch after i wrap?"

you nod your head, about to say something again when the PA announces that it's time for shooting to start back up. mike gives you a fat kiss on the lips as he drops his towel into a director's chair next to you, and makes his way back over to amelie folded on the couch. her knees are by her chin at a filthy angle, and she's using a squeeze bottle with a tapered tip to squeeze shiny lube all over her clit and both holes.

mike watches, rubbing his hand all through it to spread it around. amelie bites at her lip as he does, staring up at him with eyes that are filled with unadulterated lust, and he uses the leftover lube on his dick, stroking the slippery surface as he gets harder and harder in his hand.

the director asks them if they're ready, and when they both answer yes, she says, "okay, we're gonna go insertion, sink in, wait five for the kiss, and go from there. alright...rolling...action."

amelie flicks her eyes to you in a leer, winking at you like mike did earlier as he plunges into her sopping wet walls. her head falls back against the couch while she outstares you, open-mouthed moans transitioning into "cockdrunk" laughs that you know are calculated.

you begin to chug your bottle of water, deliberately ogling her in return. you were down with playing a game for two, but not for long.

lord. the hell i've gone through to get this up /: lmao i need to go to bed. things are about to heat up, so prepare yourselves for what's next to come!

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chamomiletealeaf · 2 months

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Sweet as Pie

Chapter 4

The willow tree was the biggest Simon had ever seen. It's long branches and leaves swayed in the light breeze and he found himself staring at it, admiring it in its grandeur.

"Pretty, i'n it?" You ask him, standing with him in front of the tree.

Not as pretty as you He thought.

"Gorgeous." Simon said, but he meant it more towards you than the tree.

"C'mon, come sit." You urged him along, as you moved the willow's leaves out the way, and you disappeared behind them.

He followed you and sat in the shade of the tree, wrapped and hidden away by the Weeping Willow, facing the lake. It was truly such a calming and beautiful sight. But yet again, Simon just couldn't focus on anything other than you and how your hair reminded him of the branches of the tree, just falling so gracefully and perfectly.

"I sit here a lot when I need somewhere quiet away from the house." You tell him with a smile as you stare at the lake, the both of you sitting against the tree's trunk.

"Y'know, I think there's some kind of magic in this tree." You continue. "No matter what could be goin' on, the world could be endin' and yet this tree will stay it's same, quiet self. And anything hidden behind it's leaves is immune to anything outside of them. It's like... A force field. A safety net. Everything, all the noise and bad things, just get left outside when you walk behind this wall of leaves."

"Feels that way." Simon responded. "You seem to know this place really well. You been here a while?" He asks.

"Been here all my life. House was my auntie's. One day she told me: 'y/n? When I'm dead an' gone this place gon' be yours. Keep it alive for me.' That's why I keep so many plants in it. To keep the life in that house my auntie always had. Treat em' like my babies." You confessed.

"I can see that." Simon joked, referring to not too long ago when he saw you dancing and taking care of them.

You laughed, and surprisingly, so did he.

"So what about you?" You asked, shifting the conversation.

"What is a handsome man like you doin' all the way out here alone?" You teased as you nudged his shoulder, a boldness taking over you.

Handsome? She thinks I'm handsome? Simon thought, and that damned blush he hated made it's way back onto his face for the umpteenth time.

"Military." He answered. "My best friend in my Task Force nearly died by a shot to the temple. I never thought my life meant anything which is why I dedicated it to the military but when I almost lost him, it was a wake up call. I realized I had something to live for, and I knew I shouldn't take life for granted so I wanted to try and do something for myself."

You looked at him with sympathy, listening to him intently.

"So, I bought that house to at least get a breath of air before I take my last. To experience something good for once."

Simon was shocked with how much he let slip out, but for some reason, he felt like he could trust you with his life.

"I'm sorry about your friend. I'm glad he's ok." You comfort him. "That must've been real scary. But I'm glad you're doin' something good for yourself. You deserve it. I'm sure he's happy for you too." You punctuated your sentence with a smile, and Simon smiled back.

You both sat there under the willow tree getting to know each other until the sun was just beginning to set.

"Simon?" You ask him.

"Hm." He answers.

"Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?" You ask softly and hopefully, and Simon's brain short circuits. Were you... actually interested in a man like him? Or maybe you were just being friendly.

"I'd love that." He says.

You smile at him again as you begin to stand up.

"Well, hope you like Shepherd's pie, sugar, cuz' i've been dyin' to bust out the ol' recipe for it." You brush off your cardigan and wrap it around yourself.

Simon stands up and brushed himself off, flattered that you want to cook for him. You were too sweet to him, and he wondered what he ever did in his life or past one to deserve the company of you.

"That sounds lovely." He smiles down at you and the both of you make your way back to your house.

As you two enter your little yellow house, Simon admires how nice it is. He looks at all your well-loved plants and the little trinkets adorning your shelves. He looks at your patterned furniture in the living room and notices a really old looking white wooden rocking chair with the paint peeling off of it in the corner. In it sat a dark green wool knit blanket. It looked so warm and comfortable, and he wondered how it felt compared to his old black and navy blue bedding.

"Well, here it is. This is home." You say proudly, closing the front door behind you two.

"It's lovely." He says, still looking at the blanket and rocking chair.

You notice him staring at it and take note of his curiosity.

"That's aunties old rocking chair. Been in the family for years. She used to sit in it and knit me all kinds of clothes. Now I sit in it and knit too. Made that there blanket myself." You tell him, gesturing to it.

"You made that?" He asks in shock. It was a huge blanket, and it looked so well made. Of course you made something so perfect like that. What couldn't you do?

"Yeah" You beam up at him. "Here." You say, and go to grab it from the rocking chair. You bring it back to him and wrap it around his shoulders.

"There you go hun'. It's yours." You say and wink at him.

He goes to take the blanket off his shoulders in protest.

"Oh no I, I can't take this you must have spent so much time on it."

"Oh please that's nothin', I saw the few boxes you brought into that house of yours, you ain't never gonna find yourself a nice blanket like this one. Trust me." You joke to reassure him as you grab his wrists to stop his movements and you wrap the blanket back around his shoulders.

Did she just, grab my wrists? Simon thought, the action taking him off guard and he felt heat run through his body that wasn't from the blanket.

Fuck stop stop stop don't blush He told to himself, or more to the blood rushing to his face.

"It's your color anyway." You say, taking a step back to look how the dark color brought out the brown of his eyes. Were his eyes always such a pretty, rich, honey color?

"Come on an' sit at the table while I get this started." You tell him, and he secretly liked how assertive you were. You wanted to take care of him, which is something Simon never experienced before. It made his heart melt.

He watched you cook for him and how you hushed him when he offered to help, and he felt a smile creep it's way onto his face. There was something so... intimate about what you were doing for him.

"You sure you don't want me to help?" He asked again.

"Oh hush now with all that, you just sit there and look pretty while I fix this up for you. Excited for you to try it. Haven't made this in forever." You tell him with a smile.

His heart jumped once again at your coddling, calling him pretty this time. God he was gonna have to make a list of all the sweet things you called him to remember them all for the nights he's feeling lonely. Or maybe, you would be there to tell him directly.

You placed a plate of shepherd's pie down in front of Simon and one for you across from him. You then set out two glasses and went to the fridge to take out a pitcher of iced tea. With a mischievous smile, you poured some into both glasses and sat down. Little did Simon know, he was gonna taste the sweetest, most tooth rotting iced tea he's ever gonna have.

"Thank you y/n." Simon said, then took a sip of the iced tea. You brought your own glass to your lips and took a sip as well.

Then Simon placed his glass down with a coughing fit and you let out a cackle.

"Bloody hell what did you put in that?" Simon asked between coughs and you were losing it.

"That right there, is some authentic southern sweet tea baby." You laughed.

"Christ if a bullet doesn't kill me that sure will." He laughed, his coughing subsiding.

"Well do you like it at least?" You ask.

Simon took another sip, preparing himself this time, then nodded after a second.

"Yeah... I could get used to it." He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

"Go on an' eat now, look like you haven't had a thing all day." You said, as you picked up your fork to try your freshly prepared meal.

Simon did the same, and when he took a bite of the Shepherd's pie, he swears he'd never tasted anything better in his life.

"Holy shit." He says with his mouth full.

You look up at him from your plate with wide eyes, hoping he likes it.

"This is the best damn thing I've ever had." He said, taking bite after bite.

You giggle, glad he enjoys it so much.

"Really? Ok good, I was nervous. Haven't made it in a while." You confess with the biggest smile on your face, watching the big man in front of you eat like he hasn't in weeks.

By the time you finish your plate, Simon has already finished two and downed his sweet tea.

"I haven't had a meal like that since before the military." Simon says, leaning back in his char satisfied, wrapping the blanket back around his shoulders.

You finish off the rest of your sweet tea then place the glass down to answer him.

"What? Really?" You ask in shock and horror, wondering why this mountain of a man hasn't been eating the way he's supposed to.

"Oh baby we gotta change that." You say with a laugh.

There it is again. Simon thinks. Baby.

He doesn't know how to react, all the affection he's receiving from you, someone he just met, was more than any affection he's had his entire life.

"Here, lemme help you clean up." Simon offers, standing up and grabbing his plate.

But you stand up too and reach for the plate in his hands.

"Uh-uh, I got it, you're a guest tonight." You say, hands going to take his plate.

Simon pulls it back so you can't grab it.

"No no please, you've done so much for me already. I got it." He says, and you stand there for a second, considering.

"Ok." You say, giving in to his warm, brown puppy eyes he's giving you.

"Just place it right there in the sink." You tell him.

After you two clean up, Simon realizes how late it got. Time with you seemed to fly.

"Well, I better get home now." He says sadly, not wanting to let the night end, but he doesn't want to keep you up taking care of him. "Thank you so much again, y/n." He says, smiling down at you in the kitchen.

"You're welcome, Simon." You say, now smiling up at him.

You two stay there for a few seconds, just smiling at each other, enjoying each other's presence and proximity.

"Here, lemme walk you out." You say, breaking the moment first.

You both walk to the front door together, him trailing behind you and taking note of how cute the sway of your hips is as you walk. You open the door for him and you both look at each other again.

"Goodnight, y/n, I had a good time." Simon says.

"You're welcome, me too." You reply. Then you notice he doesn't have the blanket you gave him. Your eyes widen and you gasp, making Simon's eyebrow rise in concern.

"Oh my god, wait, your blanket!" You say and hurry off to the kitchen where the blanket was draped over the kitchen table's chair and bring it back to him.

"Here you are honey." You say, as you reach up on your toes to place it around his shoulders.

Simon grips the ends of the blanket and tugs it the rest of the way around his shoulders.

"Don't want you to forget that." You smile up at him. "You're gonna sleep real well with that, trust me." You say.

"I'm sure I will. Thank you." He says, smiling back.

"Goodnight Simon." You tell him softly, smile never leaving your face.

"Goodnight y/n." He reciprocates in the same soft tone.

He turns to walk out the door and onto the porch, then looks back at you before turning around to make his way back to his house.

You lean in the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him walk away, feeling warm despite the night's brisk air, then you return back into your house when he reaches his own, smiling to yourself for the rest of the night.

Simon makes his way to his room, but not before looking at your house through his kitchen window one last time, watching the lights turn off inside them.

He enters his room and sits on his bed, wrapping the blanket still on his shoulders tighter around himself. He lays down, bringing it up to his nose to take in the scent of your house, trying to etch it into his brain forever.

He gets lost in how warm the blanket is and how it smells so much like you that his eyelids get too heavy before he can change into his night clothes. The thought and smell of you overwhelms his senses in the best way and he finds himself falling asleep to their comfort.

And as he slept, not a single nightmare creeped it's way into his mind. How could they? His mind was already occupied with dreams of you.

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latenuitrambles · 8 months

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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 ( lyney x reader angst )

Note: so since the request only said angst I decided to go with angst no for comfort ( not sorry tehe) some minor spoilers for the first Fountaine archon quest if you haven't completed it yet ! As always criticism appreciated!

Requested by @heartsbyvalentina

thanks a lot <3 I'm sorry if this isn't what you exactly had in mind or if you wanted more angst with a happy ending T-T

TW: neglect, drifting apart, hurt no comfort, lyney is fatui because I love how much there is to explore with that. Not proofread :( so might be grammatical errors.

Your POV

The past few weeks had been tough. These days it seemed like lyney just didn’t have time for you at all. You had always known about his …..work. The one he didn’t talk about in public. He had told you when he confessed to you because he didn’t want your relationship to be founded on a lie. And you had understood. You were ok with the fact that he might sometimes not have time for you because you knew he did it all with good intentions. But these days it had become worse. Between his missions that had seemed to increase in quantity and his preparations for his show at the Opera, you couldn’t even catch a glimpse of his face properly. Lyney was up before you and returned long after you had fallen asleep. No more dates, no more him having silly magic shows just for you, even the way he talked to you seemed distant these days. You had tried to talk to him but he was always in a rush and put it off. Today, you decided you were finally going to confront him.

It was way past 3 in the night when you heard the bedroom door creek open. Lyney entered and he was shocked to find you awake. “Why didn’t you fall asleep dear, you know how important sleep else you'll get dark circles on your beautiful face, mon amour.” Even now he was trying to sweet talk you. The grim look on your face didn't budge, “We have to talk about something, lyney. It seems as if these days we never even talk properly. I miss you. I understand you have certain duties but I can't go like this. It feels we are more like roommates than lover these days.” His face darkened. And yet he didn’t say anything. “You can talk to me about it, at least tell me what's wrong so that I can at least understand. Please lyney, I love you, I want this to work, I WANT US TO WORK. But not if you keep shutting me out and pushing me away.” A look of guilt flashed on his face before he masked his features again. “I can't tell you what is happening. You know I can't betray the House. Not after all it has done for me. And I had been thinking about this for a while, but maybe we should take a break.” You looked at him in shock. He couldn’t be implying what you thought he was. “So, this is it huh you choose the House over us?” He slowly nodded his head as he avoided your gaze. “I'm sorry mon amour but I have duties I cannot ignore, and you are a distraction. I hate that it had to be this way, but the House comes first.” You couldn’t believe him, you felt sick like you were gonna collapse. The tears in your eyes stung, threatening to fall. And so, you did exactly what he asked you to do, you walked away.

Lyney’s POV

He watched you as you walked away, keeping his own emotions at bay. He loved you, he truly did, but he could not risk you getting hurt. Not with the upcoming ‘plan’. Everything was going to finally begin, all the big plans they had set in motion. It was finally time. So, he had to let you go, both for your own safety and to make sure he was ready to sacrifice whatever it took for the plan to succeed. He had recently discovered that he was chosen to be ‘Fathers’ successor. That would put you in so much more risk. He could not do it to you, let you carry this burden. You deserved someone who could give you a safe life, not someone like him. For a second, he let himself wonder what it would be like was he not from the House, if he was just a normal Fountaine citizen. But alas, wondering gets you nowhere, because he did have duties, duties to the House, to ‘Father’, and duty to save the people of Fountaine. “For the greater good”, he repeated I his mind, over and over again, as he watched you walk away from his life.

End note: it seems I got carried away. Initially, I was gonna do a simple argument, but this idea struck me and I just had to write this. I love the lyney and the house and now he's probably the next harbinger ( he mentions the successor thing in his character story!) if it wasn't clear this is roughly around the time right before the archon quest starts hence the mention of his upcoming show at the opera!!! the plan is referring to the big fatui plan with the tampering of the Oratrice and Childe getting arrested. it is probably a very intricate plan and hence I wrote it like this. hope you liked it<3

#lyney x reader #genshin x reader #genshin angst #lyney angst #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #fatui x reader #house of hearth #lyney x you #ania.writes

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kisses4lao · 6 months

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begginf for vampire kung lao,,,,,,

Ask and you shall receive

Tw/cw: pure honry, AFAB reader, lots of murder but it's okay they deserve it, random ass hcs in no particular order

Not proofread

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If you guys have ever watched BTVS, he definitely acts like Angel. That one guy thats soft and mysterious at first and only later discloses he's a vampire, an extremely sweet lover who just wants to see you be happy while also being selfish when it comes to you.

Unlike Angel however, he'd be more than willing to fuck you. All day everyday, if you're in the mood, he's in the mood.

I feel as though he'd be a lot more gentle with you when he's a vampire. Seeing as though you're just a human, he doesn't want to hurt you at all. Sex with him is sweet, drawn out and full of praise. He likes to make it last as long as possible, whether it be multiple rounds or just one.

Telling him you're on your period would be the worst mistake you'd ever made. That man would cancel every plan he has just to eat you out non stop. Because he doesn't want to hurt you, he would be pretty against biting you, especially during sex. He's scared that if he does, he'll get carried away and may do something he'll regret. But if you're on your period, an endless flow of blood just waiting for him for the next few days? He wouldn't give it up for anything.

He'd stay between your legs for hours at a time, just licking up everything your gaping pussy would give him. The delicious mixture of cum and blood coming out of you has his cock straining against his boxers, but he'd much rather eat you out than do any penetration.

He'd eventually give you a break at the end of each day. Usually, he'd take you out for ice cream if you were feeling like you could walk. If not, he'd be more than happy to either carry you, or have someone get you ice cream.

He doesn't feed on human food. He can eat it, but it doesn't satisfy his hunger. If you were to give him some of yours, he'd take it, but he'd still be hungry afterwards.

He'd usually only feed on people who are wrong doers, people who he deems unworthy of living. Not in a Jigsaw way where if you were to do something extremely stupid and not serious at all he'd kill you, no, more in a "I'm doing what the police refuse to" way.

He'd often feast on criminals that the police couldn't catch, seeing that he knows much more than they do, he catches them quicker.

He'd sometimes come home in the middle of the night drenched in blood that isn't his after a long day of work. Seeing your sleeping figure on your shared bed always reminds him of why he does this, why he kills these criminals, he does it for you. He does it that way he doesn't have to worry about your safety when he isn't around, although usually he still does.

He'd taken up the job of a private investigator after you recommended it, and he made more than enough money to buy you anything you wanted. Showering you in goods was all he ever wanted to do after he got a check.

Unfortunately, you two could only go out at night time. He'd insisted on you keeping your sleep schedule normal, that he'd find a way to take you out at earlier times in the day, but all you wanted to do was go on special dates with your boyfriend :( it isn't your fault he can't go in the sunlight! Life can be so cruel.

Once he started raking in money that most men could only dream of, he started taking you out on dates every night, followed by a shopping spree where you'd pick out whatever you wanted and it was yours instantly. If you guys ever found yourselves in a store that sold lingerie, he would make the request that you tried it on for him. Who were you to deny him when he looked so needy to see you in a skimpy outfit?

Most of the time you couldn't even get the outfit he picked out all the way on before Kung Lao was fucking you in thee changing room. He'd be whispering about how sorry he is, but how he just couldn't help himself. Not that you ever minded though.

You'd usually just take the lingerie home and try it on for him there. Giving him a full fashion show of the little outfits that outlined every part of your body perfectly never failed to have him blushing. He'd get so hard just by the thought of you changing in the other room that by the time you were actually showing him your new set he'd be on his knees and begging for you already.

He'd definitely be a switch, leaning more into being a top. He's a soft dom, always leaving small marks on your skin to show everyone you're his. He'd be against sharing you with anyone, wanting you all to himself at every possible moment.

While your nights together were usually full of going out, your days were full of him making love to you. He always thought it was the best way to pass the time, since he can't go out into the sun.

He's extremely skilled with his fingers, usually having to stretch you out a lot before actually inserting himself into you. He's huge when he's fully erect, 8.5 with a very healthy amount of girth. He has to prepare you so much to the point you're sobbing and begging for his cock.

He wants nothing more than to take you, stretch you to your limits, but he knows how much it would hurt you. He gets so turned on by your endless begging and crying that he swears if he didn't have self control he'd cum immediately.

He loves cumming inside you, but he also loves seeing your body stained with it. Your thighs and ass are his favorite places to cum on you, he'd usually clean you with his tongue afterwards too.

He didn't have very many partners before you, only one or two while mostly all of his sexual encounters were flings. You were completely different, though. You made him feel things he thought he couldn't, you made him feel like a human again and because of that, he wanted you more than anything else. When you said yes to being his girlfriend, he made an oath to protect and serve you in every way possible.

When he found out you were a virgin, he was even more happy that you wanted him to take that from you. He was so sweet throughout the entire process, being sure to stretch you more than you ever thought you could before finally pushing his cock in inch by inch.

He swore that he could see stars when he was inside you for the first time. He's never felt this much pleasure, you sent him through a complete frenzy where all he could do was think about making you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He'd be the absolute king of aftercare, always taking care of you and running warm baths for you as well.

If you ever fell pregnant with his child, Kung Lao would genuinely be so unbelievably happy. He'd go on so many rants about how he's gonna marry you and how much he loves you.

He's also very into how you breasts became bigger during pregnancy. He'd often think about what it would be like to drink from them.

If you did ever let him, lay his head on your swollen tummy, sucking on your nipples to his hearts content. He'd be completely enthralled by the way milk was practically oozing out of them, calling to him in a way.

He probably wouldn't care for pregnant sex because he's scared he might hurt the baby. He'd be more than happy to eat took out tho, of course.

He'd love for you to become a vampire so the two of you could live together forever, but he understands how it's scary to think about. He understands that you're afraid you won't be the same, and he would never push you to do anything.

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A/n: I had too much fun writing this tbh. Very much influenced by Angel but oh well </3

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader #kung lao x reader #kung lao mortal kombat #kung lao mk1 #kung lao smut #mortal kombat kung lao #kung lao #kung lao x reader smut

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onehopefuldreamer · 8 months

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Why I can't help but always romance Persephone in Stray Gods

1 - Prickly on the outside, soft on the inside personality trope

This is probably the biggest reason because it's also probably my most favourite personality type of all when it comes to fictional characters. I am so very weak for ladies who kick ass and look scary but are secretly huge sweethearts. And Persephone is this trope to a T. Sure, she's big and scary, no one can deny that. But she can also be so sweet. She helped Calliope when she left Olympus, she saved Chastity from her abusive husband, she takes to mentoring/helping Grace so quickly, she is happy to help Medusa if Grace offers her help and even goes as far as admitting that this help was long overdue (something Apollo never does by the way). These are just some instances we become privy to during the game.

I'm absolutely sure there are more times when she was secretly kind, especially to people who needed help but had no one in their corner. Because while her personal philosophy is that no one else can help you keep your head afloat (born out of her own experiences no doubt) she's shown to actively be giving advice to and helping Grace as well as genuinely worrying about her safety and doing what she can to keep her safe. She's also obviously remorseful for not having been able to exact the change Calliope wanted so badly after becoming part of the Chorus and sympathetic about Freddie's fate. She cares and she cares deeply. She simply does her best not to show it because experience has taught her that others don't tolerate her being weak or deign to offer her sympathy no matter how dire the situation she is in. This naturally leads to:

2 - A character who is all alone and without a supportive system but refuses to give up

This is sort of a subsection of the prickly on the outside, soft on the inside trope, I know, but I cannot help but love characters who have had a traumatizing past and been forced to deal with it on their own. I always, ALWAYS want to be in their corner and if they happen to be ladies I never fail to fall in love with them. I find it absolutely amazing that anyone can preserve their integrity and remain kind after being hurt so badly both in fiction and in real life if I'm honest. To me these are the real heroes - people who have been hurt but refuse to let that hurt turn them into monsters. If there is a character like that in any media I partake in, no other characters stand a chance. Not really.

3 - Mary Elizabeth McGlynn's voice

In reality this is actually pretty much tied with numbers 1 and 2 but I had to keep some semblance of order so here we go.

I am very much someone who has always and forever been weak for beautiful voices. And out of the whole VA cast giving life to the LIs it's Mary Elizabeth McGlynn's voice that never fails to make me swoon or give me chills. She's so very good at what she does this woman. Her delivery is flawless both when it comes to her spoken and sung lines. I can physically feel Persephone's pain when she asks Grace "Please, don't do this." as well as her anger and bitterness when she sings "I gutted a god." or says "The only god I killed deserved it." for example. This adds so much to the character for me, you have no idea. I cannot honestly say if I'd have loved Persephone so much if she had been voiced by a different actress. But the combination between tropes I love and her sublime voice created a perfect storm so now no one can even compete with Persephone. Not even Freddie. And I love Freddie. She's just not Persephone. I'm sorry.

4 - Persephone's design

I love Persephone's design so damn much! I can't decide what I love most - her badass haircut, her cool tattoos, her slightly weird but somehow totally working for her outfit, her make-up that suits her perfectly, the colour of her hair and eyes or her androgynous look. Everything comes together flawlessly and creates one total and extremely gorgeous package. I don't know who worked on her design, but bless them, they really knew what they were doing.

The amount of screenshots of Persephone I have is obscene and I keep taking more because I simply cannot get enough of how stunning she is. Even when I was replaying to romance Freddie, Apollo and Pan I still kept taking screenshots of Persephone and being distracted whenever she was in the frame because her look is just so... I am running out of adjectives meaning "beautiful" here... Let's go with alluring.

The way she looks just does things to me I can't even begin to describe. I might be ace but even I can tell when someone is objectively hot and Persephone is scorching. Aesthetic attraction is huge for me and I guess her looks hit all the right buttons because I can't help staring at her and going "Wow!" pretty much all the time. Basically this screenshot of Grace is me every time I look at Persephone:

And speaking of that, one thing I have found I am particularly weak for when it comes to her design is the way she looks when she's drawn in profile. I don't know what exactly it is about her profile but I just melt every time I see it. It really did not help that this was part of her introduction to us in game:

How was I expected to pay attention to anyone else after that?!

I have a whole collection of screenshots of Persephone in profile that I should post alongside this to reinforce my point but again - the way she looks does something to me and I apologize to everyone else but I cannot possibly pay any attention to them when I have this in front of me. I'm only human...

#stray gods #stray gods: the roleplaying musical #stray gods persephone #persephone my love #i adore you #no one else has the same effect as you on me #nad talks about the things she loves #long post

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akane171 · 2 years

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Yeah, but don't we need to find out who exactly that is to kick their ass? So who do we blame? 🤔😅

Oh, nonono, I meant CS (just like Karamel) gets compared to Rapunzel and Flynn a lot 🙈🙈 But yes, HAPPY EVER AFTER ACHIEVED💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻😍😂

Hmm, dunno, still sounds boring😅🙈

Ohh, I forgot about that Pirate/Marine thing😳🤦🏻‍♀️😂

Eh, well, I read the tale in two fairy tale books I used to have, but I was mostly thinking of this version of it: https://youtu.be/ySiVYS9TKJQ (Funnily enough, the girl is blonde and the boy dark-haired, too, just like mini-Karamel😂) But oh, oh, twist: Imagine Karamel in OuaT as these two childhood friends but instead of getting him back right away, Kara spends years looking for him and a way to save him. And imagine the mirror is actually made of the Hobgoblin's soul so the one who's heart is pierced kinda becomes the Hobgoblin, but Kara doesn't know that so she searches for a way to defeat the SnowQueen and Hobgoblin and get Mon back, but when she finally finds them with the help of CS and co, she finds out the "Hobgoblin" she had been chasing after and plotting to murder was Mon-El all along and that the original was just an evil entity created by Rhea for the specific purpose of corrupting Mon🤔🤔)

Wait, what?? There was a fic?!?😱😱😍😍😍

Oh, right, sorry, let me explain: A Stoneburn is basically what I've taken to calling LW's PiaD!Karamel, cause a slowburn isn't slow enough and a slugburn is still too fast, SO, evoila, Stoneburn, cause it only ever moves forward when Eve decides to give it a good kick😉😂🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

2. I think it's an awesome idea!😍 No way would hotheaded, stubborn Kara be all demure, so It's perfect she's more "modern"😍😁 And Mon being intrigued by that wouldn't be surprising at all😍😍

3. Oh god, now you're having me fear for Kara's safety 😳😳🙈🙈 Before this sounded like a romcom or sth, now you make it sound like a semi-thriller😰😍🙈

🤷🏻‍♀️

Hmm🤔 Okay, well, I might try to rewatch it sometime 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️

The Lion King is THE BEST! And Melissa is absolutely brilliant and wise for being a fan of it😍😍😍😍😍🙈

Yup, would be a real mindfuck 😂😅 Not really sure how exactly that could turn out, it was just a first though🤷🏻‍♀️😅🙈 (Plus, I should finish and write the other stuff before even contemplating trying to write a complex mess like this😅)

Haha, okidoki, will try, you stay safe and happy, too!😊

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I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

Nah, let's just kick random people's asses. For sure they deserve it anyway.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh, ok, that makes more logic.

...you seriosuly have a little shittier memory than me, awww.

Ooooh, ok, actually I dug a little and it seems in the oroginal version of Andersen's tale, they were friends. Meaning, I have seen/read some scewed version or confused it with something else. Mea culpa.

That's... cruel, my friend ==' but I guess it would be more cruel, if she had killed him and then him coming back to his true self. Dying in her arms etc. Don't mind me xD

Yes there was with a few chaps and there were really dark themes there (do you want to know...?). But not updated for years, so RIP.

Well... it fits them perfectly, I guess.

Eheheheheh, the beauty with romances is that you can always make it darker. And yes, you should fear for her safety, lol. Raw romances are just too... boring?

She absolutely is and needs more recognition. Hollywood is seriolsy sleeping on heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.

You can write both xD Why do you think I have stupid lil things started like A definite and then Night Of The Hunter? Because writing a messy, dark thingy is too much for my poor cheesy brain, that's why I need a distraction. See? You can do it!/

Anyway, you can call me Kat. How should I call you, if I may ask? Because for sure sweet anon doesn't fit :P (more like angsty, lol).

Anyway, hope you had a nice weekend and everything.

#anons #my fam

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raelikestoramble · 3 years

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yesssss, I'm still trying to recover from the finale... Can you do an story w Eddie pining for Buck after his break up w Ana? Like he releaized his feelings for Buck after getting shot and almost dying but Buck is together w Tyler? Please and thank youuuu

AN: Sorry, this got away from me and I wrote more than I thought I would! Thanks for the great prompt, I really loved it but wasn’t sure where to take it, so a lot of this is Eddie’s internal thoughts. Hope you still like it!

Eddie hadn’t meant for it to go on for as long as it did. Truly, he hadn’t – time had a funny habit of slipping away from him as of late; in his recovery, what mattered most to him was getting himself back to normal – or as close as he could ever return to, given what he had been through – and keeping life as stable as possible… for Christopher. No big changes, no upsetting surprises.

That thought did little to ease the lingering sense of guilt, though.

It had been only a few days since Eddie finally sat Ana down to, as delicately as he could, say that their time together was coming to a close.

She had been so lovely about it, too, because that was her nature and it had made having to break it off worse, almost. Ana was kind, sweet, understanding – perfectly nice – and, for all those reasons, she deserved better, a lot more; someone who was completely in it for her, as invested in her as she was in them. He didn’t always realise it, but he knew for a while before he broke it off that he couldn’t be that person for Ana. In time, another would be. He was sure of it.

He had felt, much to his embarrassment, tears burning his eyes as he explained to her that he entered a relationship with her for the wrong reasons… and that he had so much to figure out about himself. She had clasped his hand in hers, gave a watery smile, and told him that she understood; she had even reassured him that it was all okay and he didn’t need to be too hard on himself over it. It was the most amicable split he could’ve imagined happening. With guilt, came the sweetness of relief, an acute light feeling that he didn’t notice was missing for the longest time.

And then, once that was over and the dust had settled… he was free. Free to… wallow, he supposed, in what he had realised weeks ago, because there was nothing that Eddie could do about it.

He remembered how it felt, being disoriented, in pain, slipping from consciousness, with those blue eyes boring into his, wide and frantic, as Buck fought hard for him, for his very life. How it felt afterwards seeing his face come into view from around the corner, smiling at him with such a genuine and unfiltered joy. Warmth, safety, and happiness – because Buck was family, that much he had decided to make official in a legal tie a year ago.

It was the overwhelming feeling of love, and relief in seeing him safe, unharmed and by his side the first chance he got, that sent Eddie’s mind reeling and down a path he couldn’t back out from. Buck was all of that to him, and more, and the feeling of longing had burrowed into Eddie’s mind, becoming a nagging and persistent sensation that made him feel… sick, flustered, and even morose.

Love – romantic and sexual love - for Eddie had always been a struggle, had wound up feeling oddly… unnatural, as though he was following the expectations of others, or his own idea of familial obligation, rather than his own heart. He was chasing something that, by all accounts, should have felt right, but with Ana… and even with Shannon, it was wrong; it all fell flat in some way. Finally becoming aware of the different light in which he saw Buck in was like a piece of himself just clicking into place; he felt whole, finally.

It was more than a little inconvenient, though, realising that he was in love with his best friend… someone that he happened to see pretty much every day, either at work or off shift. His very straight, very happily coupled up best friend. It was a lot to wrap his head around.

Of course, Eddie was being very mature about it, something he could find a small bit of pride in – because he knew he needed to get over this, to respect Buck’s happiness, his relationship with Taylor, and not ruin their friendship by foolishly expressing what he really wanted. That was the respectable, adult thing to do. So, he kept his desire quiet, and he tried his best to be the good, supportive friend Buck knew him to be, but… in a small way, he had pulled back; he knew he had. Sometimes, Eddie was allowed to act to protect himself; allowed to be a touch selfish. To get over it, he needed a bit more space than usual. It was only fair.

“Eddie,” came Hen’s voice unexpectedly; he picked up instantly on the concerned undertone.

From the corner of his eye, he could see her furrowed brows and the frown lines on her face. He wished people would stop looking at him like that – like he was to be pitied, like he was still injured and helpless. The whole team all went through their fair share of ordeals… it seemed part of the job description, but there was something about the sniper targeting them that unnerved everybody more than anything else that they had faced before. It had struck Eddie’s core, too, and brought up a lot of ugly, old wounds - he was giving therapy another try because of it… and it was going better than it had before, to his surprise.

It had been months since he was shot, significant progress had been made, but there was still an unspoken tension in the firehouse at times. It was especially bad with Buck – he had pulled closer than ever, always happy, eager even, to offer his support and help in… everything, which made Eddie’s need for maintaining some space between them all the more difficult. It also gave him a sliver of hope, and that was a dangerous thing. He had grown too dependent on Buck; he had someone else to share him with now, he thought with a pang to his chest.

“Yeah?” he returned tiredly after a delay, still staring ahead.

His gaze was fixed on where Buck was sat a small distance away with Chimney by his side, his head thrown back laughing in a moment that ought to be captured in a photograph – oh, and how that beautiful, jubilant sound leaving his mouth twisted mercilessly at Eddie’s insides.

“You’ve been moving that piece of pasta around your bowl for the last ten minutes.”

“… So I have,” he sighed, letting his fork clatter against the plate in defeat.

He’d barely touched his lunch, but his appetite had been culled. Buck’s voice was loud – it carried effortlessly across the room. So, he easily overheard Buck responding to Chimney bringing up the topic of Taylor, and it was… embarrassing, the impact it had, how easily it soured his mood.

“Is that all I get? It’s ‘going well’?” Chimney exclaimed, nudging Buck’s side, a teasing grin on his face. “C’mon, Buckley. We usually can’t get you to shut up.”

Buck laughed bashfully and lifted his head up, almost catching his eye, but Eddie averted his gaze just in time to miss it. He could’ve sworn that he caught the sight of Buck’s smile faltering. He shook his head, working to tune out that conversation as best he could.

“You know… it’s okay to need more time. If you’re not ready to be back yet, no one will think less of you,” Hen suggested hesitantly, voice soft.

“No, it’s-- not that. I’m glad to be back. This is where I need to be,” he said simply.

Eddie didn’t like where this conversation was headed – but none of it broke through to his expression, and so Hen pushed on, sympathy etched into her features.

“Then… tell me what’s bothering you? You seem down, Eddie – a lot, lately – and I can’t sit here and act like I’m not worried.”

Had it really been that obvious? It was like he, a man in his thirties, had been rendered a hapless, lovestruck teenager – with how he let his feelings for Buck affect him so obviously that Hen had not only noticed but grown worried for him. It was so tragic he could almost laugh.

“Mm, I have a therapist for that,” he said with a wry smile, but instantly regretted it as he saw how Hen leant back in her seat, lips twisting into a frown.

She was trying to help, to be a good friend, and he was dismissive of her attempt right away. His tendency to try to avoid more heavy, emotional talks was one of the issues brought up in therapy and he really was working on it, but it felt impossible, in that moment, to tell the truth, to speak the words aloud to somebody else. Even though he knew Hen would, without a doubt, understand and keep his secret for him – that it might even help for her to know, as awkward and humiliating as it might be at first.

“Sorry. I just…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He dared to look back over to the corner where Buck was – now, he was showing Chimney pictures on his phone, which were undoubtedly of him and Taylor. Jealousy welled up inside of Eddie, burning hot, and another sigh fell from his lips as he lifted a hand to run down the side of his face. It wasn’t getting easier, only more frustrating.

When he glanced back at Hen, she was already watching him, an odd look on her face, eyes slowly widening. Realisation had already dawned before he could interject and divert the conversation.

“Wait. You-- Buck--?” she started.

Panic enveloped Eddie and, before she could go any further, he abruptly sprang to his feet, hands clasped together.

“Coffee?” he asked loudly.

Without waiting for her to give an answer, he made his escape, darting over to the countertop where the coffee pot was located. After a short pause, he noticed that Hen had made no effort to follow him, because – of course she hadn’t. What was he expecting? Her to run after him, get him into a headlock until he confessed to the revelation that he had that he was head over heels for Evan Buckley? No, this wasn’t a playground. He needed to get a grip.

His shoulders slumped as he expelled a heavy breath out into the air. He gave himself another moment, to allow his heart to stop pounding wildly in his chest, before leaning up to grab a clean mug from the cabinet.

“That was awful,” he muttered to himself, swiping his favourite from the shelf.

“What was awful?” asked Buck, suddenly, appearing at his side.

“Oh, God,” Eddie jumped, and the mug almost slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.

Catching it and clutching at it, Eddie gave a breathless laugh.

“Nope, just me,” Buck countered, popping the ‘p’, with a toothy grin on display that caused Eddie’s stomach to start doing flips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eddie’s expression softened, the hints of anxiety vanishing from his face as he lowered the mug to the surface. He reached for another, automatically, eyes still on Buck. He really was beautiful to look at, all bright, excited eyes, soft dark blonde curls, and crooked smiles – and what was most unfair about it all was that his good looks weren’t the most beautiful thing about him by a long shot.

“I’ll let you off the hook,” he grinned.

Buck leaned forward and his shoulder brushed against Eddie’s, sending a jolt through him that made him step back, the contact quickly lost. Fortunately for him, Buck didn’t seem to have noticed anything.

“So, anyway, I was wondering – you got any plans tonight?” Buck asked cheerily.

Eddie was slow to smile again, but he did, because he knew what he was about to do – give in, so easily. Space was important, but… so was spending quality time with loved ones. He could practically hear his therapist’s voice offering him encouragement.

“I think I have a spot open in my schedule,” he said slowly, giving the impression of nonchalance.

“Great! What do you say to joining me and Taylor out for drinks tonight? You could bring Ana. I think it’d be good for them to start to get to know each other better, don’t you?”

Eddie’s heart sank in his chest, eyes closing for a few seconds before he plastered a placid smile to his face. Disappointment was such a bitter taste, and… he really needed to get around to telling him about Ana. Even if he and Ana were still together and he could agree to this double date, the thought of watching Buck and Taylor together for a whole night… well, he could think of a long list of things he’d rather do instead.

“Actually, I don’t think I can – I don’t know how it slipped my mind but, after my appointment, I promised Christopher that I’d spend the night with him…”

He felt bad using his own son, someone Buck loved dearly, as a shield, but it had to be done – Buck wouldn’t question anything if it was done for Chris’ benefit.

Buck’s smile strained, and there was a look in his eyes that Eddie couldn’t quite place. He dropped his gaze to the floor, and Eddie caught his lower lip between his teeth.

“Well, what about next Friday?”

“I can’t—”

“Man, I… Eddie, have I done something?” Buck interrupted; brows knit together in worry.

“Sorry?”

He looked vaguely embarrassed – and was that a pink tinge to his face? Surely not. No, Eddie was seeing things he wanted to see. He didn’t want to play that guessing game anymore, reading into every little interaction they shared, for some kind of sign. It was exhausting.

“It’s just… I don’t know, you’re a lot busier than before, maybe, but things are definitely… different. I—miss you,” he admitted sheepishly.

Clearly, this had been bothering him for a while now, and Eddie felt stupid and cruel for ever thinking that Buck wouldn’t notice that he was limiting their time together, even if only by a relatively small amount.

“Things are different,” Eddie explained carefully, trying to figure out his wording. “It makes sense that we, er, aren’t spending as much time together, because…”

Buck waved a hand.

“I know I’ve got Taylor now and you’ve got Ana, but that doesn’t mean that—”

“Buck, I ended things with Ana,” Eddie cut across impulsively.

There was an incredibly still moment that followed, and a tense quiet descended upon them, the only sounds the muffled comings and goings and odd background chatter from their other teammates. Buck’s lips parted and he appeared to be frozen as he slowly computed this information, and Eddie was almost scared to move – to break the spell.

It was getting alarming, and Eddie was about to wave a hand in front of his face, until finally he returned to reality, snapping back with a quiet and bemused, “Wait, you did what? … Why? You two seemed so happy. I thought you… that’s why…”

Eddie shifted uncomfortably, taking in a breath as he turned to properly face Buck again, making direct eye contact. Buck wet his lip, a crease forming in his brow. Eddie wanted nothing more than to know what was going through his mind, but he was at a loss this time. Usually, he could read him so well.

Eddie shrugged – an attempt in vain to still appear casual. He knew he was way beyond that point now.

“I realised she wasn’t the one for me. And… I know everyone says it, and us first responders more than anyone, and we still sometimes forget to actually live by it… but life really is too short to spend with the wrong person. I owed it to her, and to myself, to end it.”

Buck blinked rapidly, and, really, Eddie couldn’t understand why this was all coming as such a shock to him. Had he really expected he and Ana to go the distance? For him to settle down with her?

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

Then, the wailing of the siren pierced through the air; whatever question had formed in Buck’s mind would have to remain there, until another time.

#buddie #buddie ficlet #buddie fic #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #henrietta wilson #evan buckley #911 fox #answered prompt

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itadori-san · 3 years

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ship your moots with svt members!

yes anon i'm here to break all the tsunderes <3 also i'm sorry if anyone wanted to be included but wasn't these are the ones that popped right into my head <//3 i'll be more than happy to tell you if you send in an ask or dm <3

@joshuas - joshua <3

ria you should've expected this after [redacted] with [redacted] and me and [redacted] having to [redacted] the [redacted] and you coming everyday to [redacted] and providing me a reason to enjoy my mornings (is it sunday for you rn?) (sunday morning? :eye:)

also i feel like shoe would take care of you well! you'd get the support you need considering how much effort you put into everything

he'd make you touch grass every now and then, and that's important ykwim

@starlightjoong - chan <3

CUTEST EVER MY HEART GOES WILD I CANNOT SHIP YOU W ANYONE EXCEPT HIM

matches your passion in things, and he's the type to listen and give advice (lots of it) to people well so i think he'd take good care of you

you both have one braincell when you want to be goofy and it's endearing

@gyukwans - wonwoo <3

ik you're in your wonu brain rot lee but listen up - comfort

i feel like there's no one else who could do a better job? he's a constant reassurance and a soft lil guy who'll listen and give you good advice <3 (i feel like if he doesn't vibe w your gfx (which is a crime) he would straight up say it sucks or something idk)

one advice: don't cook together for the safety of your kitchen

@soonhoonsol - woozi <3

TWO VERY TALENTED PEOPLE SPOTTED TOGETHER PEOPLE FEAR YOU TWO THE ULTIMATE POWER COUPLE

i feel like your personalities would synchronise very well! and he'd give you the love and reassurance you need and deserve at any time of the day <3

i just imagine a lot of sitting together in front of a pc goofing around or watching a movie pls i'm so soft now ;-;

@seungcy - seungkwan <3

i'm staying by one of my favourite ships

you two have the same energy when it comes to talking to people, you're nice and sweet but crazy ykwim,, the ultimate kind couple who like to be dramatique, bicker like an old married couple, tease other members and friends, i could go on forever

your first meeting is that spiderman meme i refuse to think anything else

@yoonzinoswife - jeonghan or woozi <3

i feel like you'd [redacted] me if i didn't include jeonghan in there but you two would make an amazing evil couple

woozi because you two are pretty wise and have a knack for words <3

t's either teaming up to destroy everyone or calling everyone daises and sunflowers there's no in between

@myungho - MINGHAO!!

no one else, he's reserved

also you two, very wise and very giving,, it's two calm souls vibing <3 you'd scream sometimes because he's pretty tho i'm sure <3

tea time w alicia and hao??? heaven??????????

#this is me #shipping my moots with their biases #yes #n.asks #from: anon-san #ask games #moots <3

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Ruin Us

Chapter 14 to '100 Promises'

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Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, mentions of rape, death threats, panic attacks and I think that's about it

You hoped you didn't have nightmares.

But hoping for such a thing was wishful thinking.

"No... nonononono, silly girl! He's not here. You should check down there, I heard his father called for him," the voice taunted. You hated that voice. "Oh! Or maybe he's up there! Where you found his note! Maybe he really did it this time!" You stood in a dark room. The walls, floor, ceiling were pitch black. There was only light was a dim light where you stood.

You didn't know where the voice was coming from. All you knew was that it was taunting you.

"He's fine," you said, your hands shaking even though your voice sounded brave. "Is he?" The voice laughed. "Nonononononono! I think you're mistaken! He's over here!" The voice said, getting distorted with every 'no' it said. In the room, a screen in front of you lit up. It showed a video of you two being on the roof, and suddenly him falling off. You gasped. Another screen lit up. Another, another, another. And which each one, a new way of him dying.

You covered your ear. You couldn't stand it. All around you was noise. He was crying. He was screaming. He was begging you to help. You couldn't. You screamed, "Stop it! Make it stop!" repeatedly as if it would. All the screens shut off. You were panting, and shaking, tears you didn't know had formed fell from your eyes. You dropped to the floor. "You're a liar! He's fine!" You screamed out into the darkness. You heard slow dragging footsteps getting close to you. "Is he? Or are you lying again?" The voice said. As it got closer, you started to recognize it. "You're a liar liar pants on fire!" The voice sounded younger this time. Even still, you knew who it was. "Liar! Why are you such a liar!" It shouted, going back to sounding like him. Just distorted. The footsteps got even closer, and you could finally see the body of the person. The face was covered by the shadows. "I'm not a liar! Not! I'm not I'm not I'm not!" You shouted. "You are! Liar!" It hissed. Why was it saying it in his voice? It hurt so much more coming from him. "I-i didn't lie to you, I promise!" You whimpered. "You promised you wouldn't lie... why would you lie to me? I trusted you," he asked. It sounded like he was crying. "I-i didn't! You can still trust me!" You cried. "Why did you lie to me?"

You woke up with a start, sitting up. You gasped, holding a hand to your chest. You looked besides you. Niragi was still there. You started crying quietly, curling up next to him. "Hngh... eh? What's wrong sweetheart?" You heard Niragi groan sleepily. "I-it was so scary!" You whimpered, hiding your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry I lied to you, I was scared I'm sorry please don't hate me," you rambled, tears soaking through his shirt. " 'M not mad... we talked about this already. I'm just happy you're ok... did you have a nightmare?" He asked. You nodded.

You had been having a lot of nightmares recently. Most having to do with Niragi. This was one of the worst ones.

You had had nightmares since you were a kid. You had them when you met Niragi. You've kept having them into your adult life.

You woke up with a start. Without thinking, you wiped the tears from your eyes, and got up from bed. You went over to the balcony, and started to climb down the stairs you had made.

You were soon on the ground, and ran over to Niragis house. His light wasn't on like it usually was. Was he a sleep? Then you saw a sticky note on his window. ''I'm in the tree house working on something. If you need anything don't be afraid to go back there. There's a flashlight in the bush by my window since I know you're scared of being alone in the dark. Be safe (Y/N)," you read the note. You sniffled, and found the flashlight.

Walking through the path at night was terrifying. Anything or anyone could jump out at any moment.

But the safety of the lights on in the tree house, made you run to it. You found the ladder, held the flashlight in your mouth, and began climbing. Once you got up there, you saw Niragi working on something on the desk. Just like his note had said. "Gi-gi..." you whispered. He turned around with a smile. Whatever he was working on on his desk, he hid from your view. "(Y/N), what's up?" He asked. You walked over, but he stopped you. "Here, let's go over there," he said, grabbing your hand. He lead you over to the beanbag chairs you had.

"So, what's up?" He asked once more. "Had a nightmare," you whispered. It must have been bad if you came out to look for him. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. "It was really scary this time! I-i didn't know if it was a dream, or if... if it had really happened, so I came to look for you. You always make me feel better," you whimpered, hugging him. He hugged you back, knowing you were probably not feeling the best right now. If you were crying it must be bad. "It's ok... tell me if you want," he whispered. You nodded, and he got up, leading you with him. First, he grabbed some blankets, and then he turned off the light. You followed him around, till he pulled you down on the beanbags again. "And you made me get up why?" You asked with a small laugh. "Because. Anyways... you still want to talk about it?"

"Are you ok? Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, yawning after he finished. You looked over seeing it was 2 am. You had woken him up. It seemed like you couldn't do anything right this night. You felt so utterly guilty, helpless, and tired that you just started sobbing. "I- I'm sorry imsorryimsorryimsorry," you apologized through hiccuping sobs. He looked down through sleepy eyes, and gently rubbed your back. "It's alright... you didn't do anything wrong sweetheart," he whispered. That nickname... Why was it making you feel weird?

"Sweetheart-"

"My sweetheart-"

"- sweetheart"

That's why. It's the nickname he had had for his ex girlfriends. He was tired, he probably wasn't thinking straight. No way would he call you that nickname if he weren't so tired.

It was reserved for his lovers. You knew you weren't his lover. It made you feel ...

Sad?

Why would you be sad, you liked him as a friend, didn't you?

"C-can... can I tell you... why I hadn't told you about what happened?" You whispered. "Of course. Go ahead," he said softly.

"If you tell that fucking loser what happened here today, you're dead. And so is he. Got it?" They threatened, gripping onto your hair tightly, pulling you up by it. You tried nodding, tears falling from your eyes. "I can't fucking hear you, slut," one spat, pulling a knife from his pocket. You flinched. "Y-yes! I got it!" You shouted through sobs. He let you go, your body falling to the ground. "Good. Let's go."

You lay there, unable to move. Not because of them, but because you couldn't. Getting up meant having to face the reality of what happened. Getting up would mean going home, cleaning up, and pretending this hadn't happened. Getting up would mean not telling Niragi. Getting up to you, meant letting them win.

But you had to get up.

So you did. Picking yourself off from the floor, you leaned on the tree behind you for support. You found your backpack, and grabbed it quickly, not wanting to stay here for a minute longer. Then you remembered that your clothes must be stained. You looked down to see blood running down your leg. "This really fucking happened...." you whimpered as tears filled your eyes. You fell to your knees, clutching your chest. You let out a loud scream as sobs racked through your whole body. You were scared, dirty, and guilty. All you could think about was having to face Niragi. Having to look at him, reminding him of the promises you'd made, but breaking one of them without him knowing. For the rest of your life. You felt horrible. You wanted to go home, and fall asleep forever.

"(Y-y/N)... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry I blew up at you about it sweetheart. I was being really fucking selfish darling. You... you've been through much more than I have. Yet you're still a better fucking person than I'll ever be. I... I had no right to be angry, upset, or disappointed in you. I didn't. It wasn't fair to you," he apologized, holding onto your tightly. You sniffled, snuggling into him further. '' S'ok... you didn't know," you whispered. "No. It's not. It's not ok at all. This is what I mean! You've only known people being cruel to you! Your father, the guys at school, people at work, goddammit people on the streets! And you've only ever been kind! Even when people don't deserve your forgiveness you give it to them! You might be cruel sometimes, but you've only been cruel to those who deserve it! My mother was kind! I had you! My grandmother! Your grandmother! I had a girlfriend in high school for a while! People have been kind to me, but I'm the worst fucking person! I don't... I don't deserve... your forgiveness," he yelled, sitting up, getting quieter at the end. He hated how he made this about himself. He didn't mean to, he really didn't. It just came out. "That's not true Suguru. You do deserve it. I've had people that were kind to me. I had you. I didn't need anything else. That was enough for me," you said, sitting up next to him. You put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled. "It's (Y/N) and Suguru against the world, forever and always right?" You giggled. "Yeah... (Y/N) and Suguru against the world... forever and always," he answered.

His thoughts were getting clouded over. You were there. You were so sweet. So nice. Adventurous, crazy, synical, caring, apathetic, confident, clever, funny. Everything at once. A contradiction of a woman. Perfect. That was another way to describe you. Everything he's ever wanted. He turned to face you, noticing how your eyes kept glancing at him.

You were also trapped in your thoughts. He had called you sweetheart and darling. While he was no longer tired. Two names reserved for lovers. What did that mean? Was he just overcome with emotion in that moment? He was your best friend. You did notice the butterflies in your stomach when he had said it. Each time seeming stronger than the last. A feeling of that's the way it was supposed to be. Like he was meant to call you those things. Like those words were made specifically for him to call you by them. You saw him staring at your face, trying to study you as well.

"Do you need something?" You asked with a smile. "Yeah, actually. You."

That was all he said, before pulling you into him. Your lips met with his own, and it felt like a puzzle was finally solved. A story getting it's happy ending. Magic. You kissed him back with just as much passion. It felt right. For his hands to be on you. For his lips to be on your own. For his skin to be on yours. It had felt right back then, and it still felt right now.

All the years that you had wondered why your relationships didn't work out were answered with this one kiss. Niragi. It was because you never loved them. You loved Niragi.

Niragi felt the same. Questions that were finally answered to him as well. He now knew his mother was right. He really did love you. That's why he never had interest in anyone. The girls he dated or slept with had never really been interesting to him. He only dated them to not make them feel bad. But really, it was you. You were the right choice...

And then he pulled away. Just as suddenly as the kiss had happened. "I... I need to go," he stated, getting off of your bed, out towards the door. "W-wait I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he was gone. Out of the door, leaving you alone, confused, and sad. "Of course he regretted it... he doesn't like me that way. He was just in an emotional state that clouded his judgement... I... I am but a fool if I thought anything besides that," you whispered as tears filled your eyes.

As soon as he closed the door to your room, he ran into his.

"Fuck! Why did I do that? 15 years of friendship ruined. Gods I'm so dumb!" He yelled into his pillow. He didn't notice the tears that stained his pillow. He didn't care. 'Now you're truly alone. Great job. You're so good at ruining things Niragi. It should be your professional job! Niragi Suguru, professional opportunity ruiner! Niragi Suguru professional loner! You're so good at being alone, count that as the only thing you're good at!' The voice in his head taunted him. It taunted him for being so stupid to think a woman like you would ever love someone like him. For being alone. It brought up the fact he was alone so much, he felt his room grow smaller, and the breath in his lungs grow shorter. He couldn't see straight. His chest felt tight. The darkness in his room grew darker. Until he passed out.

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #angst #i very much enjoy hurting your feelings why do you ask?

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but If it’s possible, would you mind doing a Saeyoung songfic to this song? https://youtu.be/UrDBxz_FjGw

It reminds me of when he was at Rika’s apartament with MC, pretending to ignore her even though he still cared deeply for her safety and well-being.

Thanks! <3

I shit you not, that was actually one of the first songs I put on my MysMe playlist, because of how much it made me think of Saeyoung xD so thank you for requesting this!

And you're never a bother, dear anon 💕

I really hope you like this 😊

Ghosting - Mother Mother

Seven x Reader

I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along

Ghost in the world, ghost with no home

I remember, I remember the days

When I'd make you oh-so afraid

And this is why I have decided

To leave your house and home un-haunted

You don't need poltergeists for sidekicks

He knew he was being harsh towards you. No, scratch that. Actually Seven was straight up being an asshole. But it was for a good reason after all.

He couldn't risk you getting further involved in his messed up, disgusting world. Because of him, you'd already been in danger and that happening again had to be avoided at all costs.

So he lashed out. Told you things to purposefully make you hate him. That he didn't want you in his life. That you should sort your feelings out, start thinking straight. That he didn't care about you or your feelings towards him.

All lies... But he had to at least get you to believe them. In his opinion, it was the only way to keep you out of harms way.

After all, he was basically a ghost. Doing dirty work for God knows who. He wasn't supposed to let anyone close.

Not to mention that he didn't deserve it either. Especially not when it was you.

You were warm, caring, sweet. Maybe a bit naive and too trusting, but that was kind of endearing.

Though that only gave him all the more reason to push you away.

Because you deserved way better. Someone who'd keep you safe and would be able to offer you a happy and fulfilling life. Filled with love. Something he would've never been able to do.

Sooner or later, he'd had to disappear. Change his entire identity and cut ties with everyone he knew. For their sake.

So it wouldn't be fair to act like everything was fine. When in fact, everything went to shit around him ...

He wouldn't pull you don't with him. Under no circumstances.

Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed

I'm just a ghost out of his grave

And I can't make love in my grave

I won't put white into your hair

I won't make noises in your stairs

I will be kind and I'll be sweet

If you stop staring straight through me

Why were you still so persistent? Why didn't you get angry at him for all the things he said? How the hell were you still able to be so sweet? To care for him and be worried on his behalf?

You always tried to still get closer to him. Tried so many things to get him to eat and open up to you.

Another proof of how pure and precious you were. Adding to the list of reasons why he had to keep you away from filth like himself.

All the things you did for him only made it hit him tenfold the first time he heard you cry.

You obviously tried to be as quiet as possible. Probably because he told you to be silent and not bother him...

But he could hear the sniffles. The sound of that and the knowledge that he was the cause for your pain breaking his heart into a million little pieces.

He wanted nothing more but wrap you up in his arms. Do everything he could to make the stream of tears stop. Beg for forgiveness, even though he knew fairly well he didn't deserve it, after all he'd said and done.

But God, did he wish you'd forgive him, eventually... Give him a chance to make it right.

Damn, he really wished things were different. That he'd make you laugh again, like he'd done over the phone before. He missed your laugh... Your cheerful behaviour. And the smile he'd seen so many times over the CCTV, when you waved at him in the hallway.

Seven really wished he could be what you needed and deserved...

And this is why I have decided

To pull these old white sheets from my head

I'll leave them folded neat and tidy

So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

And this is why I have decided

To leave your house and home un-haunted

You don't need poltergeists for sidekicks

You were a complete and utter mystery to him... Even after all the times he'd hurt you. All the venom he spat at you and how harshly he pushed you away, you never gave up.

Always persistent in the most gentle way. Never pushing him too far. Just enough to slowly but surely make his resolve crumble.

How was he not supposed to cave in when you were like that? Making him feel things so strongly, that he'd never allowed himself to dwell on before. Or even hope for, in all his life.

It was impossible not to fall further and further for you the more time you two spent together in that small apartment.

With how you insisted that you didn't care about him potentially being dangerous. That you wanted to get to know the real him.

And at some point, he gave in. Decided that he didn't want to be forgotten. Especially not by you.

So he stopped pushing you away and instead swore to himself to make up for all the hurt he put you through. To keep you safe, even if it could cost him his own life.

No more lies, no more secrets. No more assuming what would be best for you and acting on that, instead of communicating with you. Asking you what you wanted.

Of course it was a little scary. Suddenly letting someone that close, while admitting his feelings at the same time. And as strange as some people might thought it was, considering the fact you two only knew each other for a little over a week, he knew he could trust you blindly.

Never once have you given him a reason to doubt you. Quite the opposite, actually. You've always been there, when he needed you.

It was time to make his own decisions. Decide for himself what he wanted to do with his life, instead of blindly following orders. So no more Agent 707. No more Luciel.

You deserved to be with a real person. Not a ghost, who would haunt your memories, when he'd had to inevitably leave, someday. Someone warm and caring. Not cold and cruel.

Now he'd finally start to live as Saeyoung. Something that was terrifying to no end.

But with you at his side? He knew he could do anything.

You were his lifeline. The one keeping him sane when he felt his entire world start crashing down around him. The one giving him strength and love he never knew just how much he craved it.

Although he was still wondering how he deserved your forgiveness, he would be lying if he said that he wasn't relieved about it. Because you rooted yourself so deeply into his heart, he knew that there would never be anyone else for him.

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the-goddessfighter · 3 years

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[Part 1] Sorry I was late on this, but I gotta say that your new Batarou arts are BEAUTIFUL AAA I LOVE BOTH VERSIONS SO MUCH!! 😳😍👌💕💖 Really love the closeness between Garou and Badd in both drawings as they're pulling into eachother in a mutual hug until it's so close, the way they're gazing at eachother lovingly (dat lil heart 💓) aww.. That's very cute and soft! Badd looks really happy in here being so close with Garou, while Garou teasing Badd before the kiss 😚💋❤ Idk why but I like their pose in here, you've got excellent posing choice since it showed their intimacy as a sweet couple. Great job! 👍💯✨

[Part 2] Btw there's little details that I adore about both pictures: In 1st pic, both Garou and Badd are having the previous hairstyle, also Garou is being flirty like, "oh, so you wanna kiss me so bad?😏💕" after seeing Badd's happy smile, as if they're still in dating stage as loving boyfriends. In 2nd pic, I noticed not only Garou who has new hairstyle (more matured looking short-haired style) but Badd also has the current manga hairtstyle (the longer hair strands on the front), also Garou is more straightforward on wanting to kiss Badd like "Badd, let me kiss you right now ilysm mwaah~😘❤" once he saw Badd's adoring expression, as if they're already being a married couple as husbands. The details are subtle but very endearing! 👀😊💕

[Part 3] I'd say with you making 2 versions of the drawings showed how much Batarou's relationship is growing strong throughout time, from the beginning until the end they're still love eachother, no matter what happen.. They're such couple goal! 💖 It also showed Badd always be there for Garou even when he stopped being a hero hunter, and now that Garou tried to be a better person Badd still on his side giving the neverending unconditional love for Garou aww~ I'm also so glad to see manga!Badd with current hairstyle together with short-haired webcomic!Garou the FedexBoy in your own artstyle, very refreshing indeed I LOVE it 👏😍👌💯✨

[Part 4] THANK YOU SO MUCH for once again delivering these Masterpiece Batarou arts again to the fandom!! We're really appreciated your hardwork, it's such a blessing whenever you uploaded new creations aaaa you're The Best 😍😭🙏💖💝 I hope you have many great days ahead, good health during working on projects, and ofc also happiness as you deserved everything good in this world 😉😚❤💜💙💚💛💖🌸🌷💐

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Hey anon!!!!💕It is never too late for a greeting. They're both actually sitting on a park bench, and Badd is on his lap😉😜

I honestly still don't know if that will be Badd's new hairstyle or if he is disheveled from running👀

I'm still waiting for a new chapter of the web comic, I wonder where Garou is and what Badd has decided with the neo-heroes. After what they tried to make him I doubt he trusts the safety of his sister in them...

#ask #batarou #anon!:v #garou #badd #OPM #myart #💓💕💖💞

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antigoneidk · 4 years

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I ruined it|t.h.

the request: can u write a imagine where tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before Valentine's day and tom accidentally spills what he bought for her for Valentine's day

A/N: this is cute I cant😍hope you like it

Warnings: fluff and fluff

It was the night before Valentine's day. You and your boyfriend Tom decided to cuddle in your bed watching a romantic film.

Your head was placed at his chest,allowing to hear his heartbeat. You felt yours beating at the same rhythm. Calm and peaceful. Your hands hugged his waist,not wanting him to leave your side. His hands gave you comfort and safety.

He kissed your forehead at some point and you looked at him with a big smile on your face. It was little things like this,that made you fall for him even more.He kept looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were his.

"I love you"he said and it felt like the first time he used this 3 words. The butterflies kicked in.

"I love you too baby"you leaned and kissed gently his lips. His right hand moved to your cheek,keeping you closer to him. You tried to memorize everything. His moves,the feelings you got from this kiss. Everytime they got even stronger.

You climbed up to him.You stopped the kiss and stared at love of your life,checking every inch of his face. His hair,his forehead,his eyebrows,eyes,nose. You left two little kisses on his cheeks and smiled at him seeing his bright smile light up the whole room.

"Tomorrow is a special day"you said excited for tomorrow's surprise. He always wanted to take you on a little quick boat trip so you were about to make his wish come true. And then for a romantic dinner at a restaurant,having the sea as your view. In your head every detail was perfect.

"I know! But I want you to know that for me every day is Valentine's day. I mean it"you heart melted at this moment.

"Same for me but tomorrow is a special one. Every single person who is in love celebrates. And I got something for you"you said raising your eyebrows.

"Baby every moment is a celebration to me. Having you here with me,cuddling you,kissing you,holding you in my arms. I feel the most luckiest person in the whole universe."

Your heartbeat became faster. What did you do to deserve a man like him? A man that loves you and cherish you like no one did before? He grabbed your face pulling you closer and closer.

"I love you every day and more. I remember the first time I kissed you and said to myself that I loved you the most. But looking back,it was nothing compared to now.

Whenever you step into a room I feel so weak looking at you and how beautiful you are. Inside and out.When you look at me with those eyes that I can get lost in them. When you hold my hand. When you kiss me. I wonder what good did I do that led me straight to you? Why I am so lucky that I get called your boyfriend and one day maybe your husband? Well if you say yes"he laughed for a second.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And that's why I celebrate every day. I can give you a million other reasons why. But a day is not enough. Maybe a eternity but again to me even that doesn't sound enough"

You felt the need to cry from happiness. His words left you speechless. You hugged him with all the powers you got. You wanted to stay there for ever and never leave. Your everything was looking at you.

"I can't believe I got this lucky. The first time I saw you I remember telling my best friend how handsome you looked from the other side of the room and she said to me that I had actually the ability to make you fall for me. But you made me fall for you quicker that I thought.

With the words you speak,with your touch,even when your eyes are looking to me I am falling harder. The moment you saw me that day the world stopped. I will never forget that"you said to him and you saw from the mirror behind him how red your face turned. Was that even possible?

A scream from the T.V. made you both to jump. Was that even on this entire time? You got up to close it and started laughing from how scared you got.

You sat again this time next to him moving your feet up to his. You yawned and closed your eyes as you approached him and fell to his shoulder.

"Did that ruined the moment?"you asked.

"I think it made it even better"he joked."Do you want to sleep? I don't think you are comfortable here darling"the last thing you wanted to do is to get up. You whispered a weak no and moved closer to his body.

"What was your first impression of me?"you asked the only thing you didn't know after 1 and a half years in this relationship.

He stared at the dark sky and remained silent. Your eyes now wide open waited for his voice. But he wouldn't start. And that's when you stared thinking things you never did. Like was it that bad that he didn't want to say them out loud,especially sharing them with you,his girlfriend?

"Harry saw you first"he said talking for his little brother. The only sentence you didn't expect at all.

"What?"you asked now looking at him curious.

"Yes. He turned to me and said'A cute girl just came in'but I didn't pay any further attention to him. But he couldn't stop looking. That's when I got mad. So I told him to show me that 'cute girl'he couldn't take his eyes off. And then. Man.

You were standing there wearing that black sateen dress and your hair down wavy. Your hands moved as you kept speaking to your friends like you owned the place. You seemed confident. Your lips were red from your lipstick and I gotta say I imagined what was like kissing them. Then you looked at me.

I kept my breath. I didn't know what to do. That's why I looked away fast. I suddenly felt nervous and weak. Just from your eyes. I stared breathing heavily and the boys understood what happened. I never got to know how but to be honest I don't even care.

That's when I realized why my brother was not paying attention to us. And he wasn't wrong.

After a little while I looked at you again hoping that was just my imagination and yet. You were still there looking absolutely gorgeous. I wanted to make you fall for me the way I did for you.

Then you came to us. Your voice sounded so sweet. I melted right there and you didn't noticed. God you were a angel straight from Heaven. I was just standing there scanning you without being able to speak. I got scared that if I might even say a word you were going to disappear.

Eventually I did.

My heart was beating so fast that I was surprised none of you listened. I never felt like this in my entire life. You made me fall in love with you. So your friend was right. I was ready for you to come and light up my life.

While we were leaving I said to Harry that I was sorry for my behavior. But he got your phone number. He smiled and gave it to me saying that it was my time to shoot my shot. And look at us now."

Damn that was a lot to hear. You never knew the power you got over him Your eyes were sweating hearing his first impression of you. You felt guilty for your previous thoughts.

Seeing his face and recalling that first time you met each other me were enough for you to start cry and fell into his arms. You were happy. The most you have ever been.

"Why are crying baby?That wasn't what I had in plan. Stop and look at me"he said and you tried to follow what he said

"You're breaking my heart y/n. Stop baby please"he wiped your tears but new came.

"They are happy tears Tommy. I'm happy"you said quietly and faced him with your blurry vision.

He was the one for you and you knew it.

"I want you to laugh when you're happy not cry. I need to see your smile not your tears."

"I'll try I swear"you said and he kissed you so that you could calm. Tom knew how to calm you in every situation,either you were sad or mad.

"I have something for you but I'll take care of it. Ill tell them to bring it maybe the next day."he tried to stand up but you blocked him and forced him to stay with you.

"It can just wait until we come back?We can arrive earlier if this is what you want"

"No it's okay"he said and smiled but you could feel that he was a little upset.

It was just a gift that could be shipped to you and wait outside your door. It seemed easy to you.

"Baby if it is going to be shipped to us,we can go and take it after. You don't have to push it back"you said and held his hand to yours.

"The puppy isn't going to be shipped to us" WHAT PUPPY?

"A puppy?"you yelled at him excited.

He placed his hand to his lips looking at you shocked. He just revealed his surprise gift to you.

"Oh my God I feel so stupid"he covered his face. You sat on your knees in front of him trying to hug him.

A puppy was about to become part of your "family". A small being which you could cuddle all day. Something that you could share your love with. You were above the clouds.

"This is the best gift. Well after you but still. Don't feel stupid at all"you said and tried to take his hands from his face.

"I just ruined the surprise. I can keep a secret at all"you laughed at him and kissed his cheeks. His eyes met yours and the disappointment was painted at his face but to you he looked adorable and your mind tried to take a picture of this moment.

"No you did not! We are going to come home earlier and go take the puppy. Oh Gosh! We are about to get a puppy! Can you imagine that?"you asked him and yourself. You could see the two of you taking the little dog out for a walk,or play around the house all day.

You kissed his lips from the excitement you got. He held you. As the time went on it got deeper and deeper.

You tried to take control but he won. You followed his rytmh enjoying every second of it. You were complete.

"I think we should go get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day" Tom said and you took him to your bedroom.

You couldn't stop but think about the next day. You wanted to be perfect just for him. But it was nothing compared to what he got for you.

00:00

"Happy Valentine's day baby. I love you"you said and closed your eyes getting more comfortable into his hug.

"Happy Valentine's day. I love you"he whispered at your ear giving you goosebumps.

That was the last thing you remembered before the two of you fell asleep with nothing but happiness and love in your hearts.

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@itstaskeen

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty-Nine pt One: Alone Time

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Word Count 3k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, fluff, angst at the end

A few days later, 10 days before the siege..

Today has been slow and uneventful. The days are going by like the wind and your nerves are over the roof. Ivar has been in contact with Rollo back and forth, telling him about the weapons that they need to retrieve before the actual battle. Hvitserk is not nervous about the retrieval like he is about the actual battle, which you can relate to. Ivar just wants to get the job done and move on with his life with you. Ubbe has been strategizing with his brother's on just how they are going to get into Wessex without being seen. That is simply not possible. There are way more people in Wessex than Kattegat. So you proposed an idea of your own: write to Thyra and tell her of your business returning to Wessex and ask her if she could help in any way. Ubbe agreed immediately, Ivar is worried that she won't be loyal and tell the king. You insure Ivar that she has been loyal to you from day one and that she would never do anything that could detriment the plan. Ivar took your word and allowed you to write to Thyra.

The letter read as follows: Hi, my dear friend. It is Y/n, I miss you dearly. I have to admit, I miss having you by my side everyday. I miss your voice and your words of wisdom. I wanted to tell you that I was sent my mother's journal! In this journal, is everything that I need to know about my father and how to stop him. She has warned me of father's ruthlessness and how he will stop at nothing to be the ruler of Wessex. We both know that his rule cannot continue. Not only for our sake but also for the safety of our good people. I am writing to you in hopes of getting your help, Thyra. My mother told me of weapons that can kill my dragons. I cannot lose them, you know that. She told me where they are and how to sneak in to retrieve them. But my husband and his men cannot go in without a leader to insure their safe passage in and out of Wessex. This is where you come in. Please, write to me as soon as you get this. We need you Thyra. I hope you have been well and safe, I love you.

~Y/n

You sent that letter two days ago and have yet to hear from her. Your mind of course goes to the darkest place and you fear the worst: your father did something to your best friend. Hvitserk and Ivar have been trying their best to comfort you and to think positive. Your dragons have been a major comfort for you like they always are. So you have been spending all day today with them. Just taking in their beauty and their magnificence.

The way their eyes sparkle when they look at you, the way their wings flap in the wind and how they inhale the air when the wind blows. You begin to lean on Neith as she lays down for her nap of the day. Being a mother of dragons has its perks, that is for sure.

"Sleepy are we?" You ask her, she snorts in response. Making you giggle a bit. "Okay big girl. You get your beauty sleep." Once you said that, she lied her head down on her paws and drifted off to sleep. The boys are very hyper today so you allow them to fly for a bit, circle around Kattegat so they can stretch their wings. The boys act like children while Neith acts like the disciplinarian. It is fun to watch them connect and grow together from babies to adults. It has been a long struggle for you and your babies and the battle isn't over yet. But it will be soon, you can feel it.

Hvitserk comes out from his steaming shower to you not being beside Ivar. So he walks over to his brother and sits down in front of him.

Hvitserk "Where is she?"

Ivar "She's been outside with her dragons for an hour or so."

Hvitserk "An hour? Is she alright?"

Ivar "I think so. In my opinion, she just wanted to spend quality time with them. The battle is coming up fast, dear brother."

Hvitserk sighs, "I know, don't remind me."

Ivar "And still no word from Thyra-"

Hvitserk "Really?" Ivar nods, "gods..I hope she is alright."

Ivar "Me as well. I don't know if Y/n could handle losing her only friend-"

Torvi "Not her only friend!" Torvi shouts at Ivar while walking past him.

Ivar chuckles, "Yes of course. How could I forget? You two's bond is wonderful to say the least."

Torvi "That is because we are wonderful women!" She says with a proud smile on her face. Ubbe joins in on the conversation.

Ubbe "That is true. We are very lucky men, are we not brother's?"

Ivar "Very lucky indeed." Hvitserk simply smiles and shakes his head in agreement. There are a few people coming in and out of the house making safety precautions, so Hvitserk did not want his people to overhear this conversation.

Torvi "Speaking of, where is the beauty?"

Ivar "Outside."

Ubbe "Ah okay. She has been out there long, no?"

Ivar "I would say so-" he gets cut off by a woman coming in.

"My king, the queen has fallen asleep in the snow.."

Ivar "Alright. Thank you for telling me." He said as he began to get out of his seat. When Ivar sees you, he sees you asleep on Neith. He slows his pace as he walks up to his napping wife. So peaceful and graceful. He takes you all in like he does everyday. Then he finally bends down just enough to caress your cheek.

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You feel a pair of fingers caress your cold cheek and you hum in satisfaction. When your eyes flutter open, you see your beloved.

"Mmm." Is all you could say.

Ivar "Hello beautiful. You fell asleep.."

"Mm-I'm sorry."

Ivar "No no, no need to be sorry. But I do not want you and the baby to catch a cold."

"Yes you are right." You wiggle your way up toward him, but he helps you by giving you a hand. Once you are face to face, he cups your left side of your face and holds you close.

Ivar "You looked so peaceful.."

"Oh I was. Any news?"

Ivar "No, not yet. We will soon, tomorrow..I am sure of it."

"Okay-"

Ivar "Do not worry," he said in a high pitched voice, "everything will be alright! We will get those weapons and then we will win this battle. Have faith, my sweet."

"I do because I have you."

Ivar "And I do because I have you too. Now come on, let's get you inside."

When you and Ivar walk inside, the woman that informed Ivar of you, stops you both.

"I told Ivar, my queen. I hope you don't mind that he woke you. I did not want you to freeze-" she said.

"Oh I am not upset, thank you for telling him. I most definitely would have."

"Okay, I am glad to see a smile on your face!" She said with a smile on her face.

"Aw that is very kind of you. I apologize for being somber lately, a lot of things going on.."

"That is quite alright. A queen has a lot of responsibilities!"

"Oh yes, that is very true."

Ivar "Thank you for telling me again, darling. I have to get her warm.."

"Of course, shall I run her a bath?"

"That sounds lovely, thank you dear." She nods and walks off and towards yours and Ivar's bathroom. Ivar lets you lean into him for warmth. It is like he is a big heater against your cold skin. But you don't mind the cold, you actually love it. But you did not realize how cold you were until Ivar touched you. He holds you close and looks down at you in his arms.

"What is it?"

Ivar "Nothing, nothing at all. Just gawking at my beautiful wife."

"You are so cheesey...I love it."

Ivar giggles, "I know that you do. I think Hvitserk wants to see you-" you look over and find Hvitserk looking at you and smiling. "I feel like if he stares at you any longer, that he'll burn a hole into ya!" He shouted.

You start to laugh, "Don't be ridiculous."

Ivar leans down and kisses your forehead and then your nose, then finally your lips.

Ivar "I love you."

"But I love you more!"

Ivar "...not possible." You kiss his cheek before he nudges you to go over to join Hvitserk and Ubbe while he checks on your running water. Once you reach Hvitserk, he pulls you into his arms in a loving embrace.

Hvitserk "Wow kitten...you are freezing."

"Mm I know. A maiden is running me a bath as we speak to help."

Hvitserk "I can't believe that you fell asleep in the freezing snow!"

"I know..I was just so comfortable that I just dozed off."

Hvitserk "Yeah I hear ya," he leans down and kisses your forehead, "but I can warm you up in the time being." Ubbe and Torvi start chatting about anything that isn't about the days that follow, trying to make you and Hvitserk laugh. Ubbe holds Torvi while Hvitserk holds you and it makes you feel so happy and blessed.

Ivar "Your bath is ready, my love."

"Thank gods!" You say as your lips quiver from the cold.

Ivar "I have a surprise too.."

"You do?" Ivar smirks and offers you his arm.

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When you enter the bathroom, there are candles lit and the air smells of lavender. Your jaw drops and you look up at Ivar with puppy-dog eyes.

"What is all of this?"

Ivar "I wanted to make today a romantic one."

"Really?"

Ivar smiles, "Yes really. I feel like we both deserve a break from our own minds...to have alone time."

"I like the sound of that, my love." He kisses your lips as he undresses you. When you undress him, you audibly moan, to which he smirks and kisses you passionately.

Ivar "I'll get in first.." he slowly gets in and then gestures for you to join him: you put your back to his chest like he asks you to. He kisses your cheek and your shoulder. His hands roam your body, lingering on your features. You moan softly as he softly kisses you. As soon as his hands travel to your throbbing core, your eyes roll to the back of your head. He hits the right spot almost instantly, making you tremble under his touch.

Ivar "Mmm I love when you purr for me, princess." He then adds a finger, making your legs start to twitch as he pumps in and out.

"Mmm.."

Ivar "Yeah? Am I making my queen feel good?"

"Yes." You prolong the s. He continues his movements as he kisses your skin, making your body tremble even more.

Ivar "Cum for me, princess...I want you to yell my name as you cum, hmm?"

"Fuck...yes." he pumps harder and harder, then adding a second finger. Once he does, your legs begin to shake and you can feel yourself getting close.

Ivar "Mmm I can feel you getting tighter around me." His voice was deep and husk. You love it when he makes his voice like this.

"Ivar I'm so close." You stuttered.

Ivar "I know baby, come on, cum for me.." a few more pumps and you reach your climax.

"Fuck Ivar.." you say out of breath.

Ivar snickers, "Mmm I enjoyed that just as much as you did, princess." You turn your body so that you can kiss him. Once you start, it is extremely hard for you to stop. Even to get a breath. Sadly, there was a knock on the door.

"My king?" A man asked.

Ivar "Yes, what is it?"

"We need you outside for a moment."

Ivar "What is the matter?"

"A woman is making a ruckus outside, my king." He looks at you and then you look at him, you both know immediately what woman that he is referring too.

Ivar sighs, "I knew-" you kiss him one last time.

"I know...if it is justified, I will allow it.."

Ivar "I won't do anything without you by my side."

"I know. I love you, now go be a king." He smirks and kisses your lips before crawling his way out of the tub.

Ivar "Oh and princess," you look up at him, "feel free to find Hvitserk, if you need more…" you chuckle and blush at the same time.

"You are too good to me."

Ivar "I can say the same thing, princess. I'll see you in bed tonight, yes?"

"Without any doubt." He leans down and kisses your forehead before getting dressed and leaving the bathroom.

When you get out of the tub, your legs are still shaking a bit. With Hvitserk, you won't be able to walk but you are looking forward to it.

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When you get out of the bathroom, you place a fur over your dampened body and make your way over to Hvitserk's chambers. He is sitting on his bed, holding a buddha statue.

Hvitserk "Hey kitten.." you don't answer, only smirk at him. He knew by the way you looked at him that you were more than ready for him. He chuckles and then licks his lips, before tossing the buddha on the floor. He swiftly gets off the bed and picks you up by the hips, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms and legs around Hvitserk, moaning as his lips press against your own.

Hvitserk "Gods I've missed this.."

"Not as much as me.."

Hvitserk "Mm let's find out shall we?" He places you down on the bed, gently. He hovers over you, grabbing your hips and digging his fingers into your skin. You sigh into his mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip. His mouth trails to your neck, then your collarbone, chest etc. You love his love bites so much that you are a moaning mess.

Hvitserk "I know kitten, I know it's been awhile. Just enjoy me." You moan at his response and tangle your fingers into his blonde braids. His head dips into your stomach, belly button and hips. He is taking his time, which you don't really mind because Ivar helped you reach your first climax.

Hvitserk "Gods…" he takes in your body with such admiration and love that you can feel it in all of your being. Before he continues on, he undresses down to nothing. You take his body in, and when he hovers over you once again, you run your fingers over his abs and you can feel the heat coming off of him.

"I need you, please..?" He smirks and kisses you before dipping his head down to where you need him the most. He kisses you first before licking your entire slit, making you cling to the sheets underneath you.

Hvitserk "I've missed the way you taste, kitten." He doesn't give you the chance to respond before hitting your clit instantly. He uses his tongue long enough for that knot in your gut to spike but he pulls back before you reach it completely.

"I was so-"

Hvitserk "I know..but I want us to cum together, don't you?"

"Mm yes." Without hesitation, he plunges himself inside of you, making you grab a hold of his broad shoulders, digging your nails into him. He grunts, as do you. You have missed the way he feels, how gentle he is but yet he hits all of the right spots. The ecstasy is exhilarating. He buries his face in your neck as he works his hips in and out in the perfect rhythm and speed. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer each time. You know that you needed this because each time you reached your climax, you realize that it didn't take much.

"Yes please don't stop!" Hvitserk love bites your neck and collarbones before pulling you up towards him so that you are straddling him in a sitting position. He holds your body close and tight. Never looking away from you, always having his eyes glued to your lips or your eyes.

Hvitserk "Gods you are so perfect."

"So are you." You say before crashing your lips to his. You grab him tighter when you feel yourself about to cum.

Hvitserk "Oh yeah baby, cum for me." You moan and hollar, letting him know how good he makes you feel as you cum. He cums at the same time as you, just like he wanted to. He lays you down to relax from your high. You are both out of breath but full of bliss.

Hvitserk "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not at all!"

Hvitserk "Good, I got a little carried away at the end there, I was just making sure."

"That was amazing...and needed."

Hvitserk "Absolutely." He leans down and kisses you again. You roll over so that you are in his arms. He sighs from being on cloud nine and you do the same.

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When you and Hvitserk come out of the room, everyone that is normally in the house, is not. You look at each other puzzled. Hvitserk pulls out his sword and hands you his dagger in case something happened that you two weren't aware of. And then you remembered, a man knocked on your bathroom door an hour or two ago, telling Ivar about a woman making a ruckus.

"It's her.."

Hvitserk "Who?"

"The woman that hates me.." Hvitserk's face immediately went into a scowl and he grunted as he made his way out the door. When you both walked outside, the night changed instantly.

To be Continued ...

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Hi! My birthday is coming on 1 st of April and I was wondering If you could write something sweet with our lovely Joker? It's a strange date so I'm curious how will he react and celebrate it with his girlfriend. Could Mc be introvert? And needy for his attention? Some fluff or heart melting nsfw? Thank you so much and I'm sorry If it's to much to ask! I hope you are feeling alright and have some time to relax! Love your stories! Bye love! ❤️🤡

Hi, angel! I’m so sorry this is a few days late!!! I hope that you had a wonderful birthday and that you enjoy this x

As specified in the request, fem pronouns used.

Some mentions of arousal but no NSFW.

Word count: 1, 482.

April Fool’s Day was just another day to Arthur. Most people would use any excuse to be cold and callous to people they knew, pulling nasty, emotionally damaging pranks like fake pregnancy results or fake cheating set ups… Many a horror story had he heard in his time, and even more had he experienced first hand during his time at Ha-Ha’s. He never partook in anything to do with the day… until he met you. From the day he had found out when your birthday was, that was all that mattered to him, and the scary day of April Fools completely slipped away from his turbulent grip on reality. You were all Arthur knew, and all Joker cared about.

You were introverted and completely in love with your clown, and even though Joker started planning for your birthday on December the first just so there was plenty of time to make sure that everything was perfect for his Queen, you only really wanted to spend time with him. Pure uninterrupted quality time. Joker had made it clear to you that he was “really planning something special” for your birthday, but you had taken him by pleasant surprise by asking for the opposite of his plans. Instead, Joker had spent those four months in preparation for his favourite day of the year writing down pages upon pages of all the ways he loved you, all the reasons why, and all the ways he could show you. His old battered brown journal was more like a catalogue of your lives together, so in love with you was he.

When you had told Joker such, that you only wanted him for your birthday, just the two of you in your shared apartment for the entire day, he had chuckled, his eyes ablaze with love for you. “You already have me,” He had murmured, with a tender caress of your cheek, “But okay, if that’s what you want.” He had shrugged easily, but both of you knew that he didn’t believe himself to be enough for you. Joker had never stopped thinking that you deserved more, that you should have someone better than him. From the first day that he had told you this had your heart broken for him, your soul bleeding, and you had done your best to love on him as hard as you could each and every day.

In the end, the unspoken promise to do this for each other every single day was what kept the two of you together. Both of you had so much love to give, with hearts the size of real cities, and you gave the overflowing contents of your hearts to each other. It truly was the most rewarding part of your lives together, which the two of you had had to work so hard to keep.

Your birthday rolled around quickly, for time waits for no one, and you were awoken by gentle pressures being dotted around your face, light puffs of cool air tickling your skin. The tip of his painted nose was pressed against your cheek as Joker barely left your space while he reverently kissed you awake. With a wrinkle of your nose were you greeted with slight giggles. It sounded as if Joker was trying to suppress his laughter as he continued to dot kisses all over your face, his lips slow and tender against your skin. A sleepy smile made its way onto your face and you heard Joker coo softly before he kissed your lips. He was smiling into the affectionate gesture and without opening your eyes did you loops your arms around his neck, your fumbling fingers toying with the small dyed hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Joker’s voice was saturated with humour and you pulled him down to nuzzle your face into the warm crook of his neck, the scent of freshly dyed hair and greasepaint filling your senses.

You only managed a sleepy hum, your lips pursing to press a chaste kiss to the column of Joker’s neck. His body was aligned with yours in every way, his weight familiar and reassuring. One of his favourite cuddling positions was to lay atop you with his head resting on your chest or on your stomach. The sound of your heartbeat in his ear was his favourite, rivalled only by the sound of your laughter, and nothing sent him to sleep faster than the feeling of your arms around him, his chest or abdomen cradled by your legs; depending on how far up your body he rested his weary head. Nothing and no one made him feel as safe or as protected as you did, and it was exactly the same for you. You were each other’s safety, both from the outside world and from yourselves.

“‘Love you, Joker.”

Another coo. Only you could do this to him. “I love you too, darling. Happy birthday.” Joker moved so that he could cup your face in his hands, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “You mean everything to me.” His lips were soft against your skin, his eyes watery as they overflowed with love; so huge was his heart but bigger still was his love for you.

“Thank you.” Your eyes flickered to Joker’s lips and back up to his eyes and he smirked as he caught the movement. “You’re my entire world, too.” You blushed to realise that you had been caught, but you weren’t ashamed of it. You made it a point to show Joker how much you loved him each and every day.

“Oh,” His voice was thick with amusement and pride, but somehow also love, so multi-faceted was he, “Is that what you want for your birthday?”

You shook your head. “I want you for my birthday. Anything else is just a bonus.”

The hands on your face, warmed by your own body heat, tightened imperceptibly before his painted lips crashed down onto yours, his tongue darting out to coax your own into a dance with his. Joker’s lips were heavy, demanding, ferocious against your own, so awestruck was he by you and all the ways you loved him. He was breathing heavily through his nose, so desperate was he for you, and tensions mounted between the two of you as your hips inclined upward into Joker’s as arousal began to pool between the apex of your thighs, collecting in your undies.

“You have me, Y/N. You do.”

“Thank you.”

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my birthday gift. Thank you for existing. Thank you for everything that you are and everything that you will be. Thank you for your heart. Thank you for giving me you.

Joker heard all of this and more, so emotionally intelligent was he, and he smiled, he smiled, and a few tears slipped down his cheeks as he chuckled happily. “No, Y/N, thank you. You’re the best part of me.”

Truthfully, you could say the same to him, too. But today wasn’t about Joker - he would be confused if you tried to return those words, just as true, to him, and so you didn’t bother to say anything. You knew him better than to try. Instead, you said, “Can we do this for my birthday? You, me, this bed, and - “

Joker caught your growing grin and his own grew wider. “Someone’s needy.” His tone made it clear that he was joking, that he was honoured to be all you wanted for your birthday.

The familiar intense pressure of so much love in your chest squeezed your heart deliciously tight and you could only think to say, “I’d do it all again if I knew that you would be waiting for me.”

The words were out before you could think them through, and Joker’s smile faded as his green oceans pinned you into place. “What did I ever do to deserve you, Y/N?” His voice was soft, raspy, his tone pensive, and you knew that you had just given him a gift of his own. On this day had you silently traded your hearts, your cupped palms keeping them safe and catching all of the overflowing love before it slipped through the gaps between your fingers like sand in an hourglass. You may as well be married, for how closely bonded and devoted the two of you were.

“I ask myself that every single day. I love you, Joker.”

“Awh. I love you, too, Y/N.” No matter how many times you said those words to each other, neither of you tired of hearing them and you both put everything that you had into the moment, so impermanent was life. As Joker leaned in to kiss you once again, you realised that Joker wasn’t the only one who had gotten what he deserved.

You had, too.

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The Road So Far (pt. 3)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: You and your brothers train a group of gang members the best you can in a short amount of time. Will it pay off?

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2482

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2

After school you and your brothers waited in your motel for Sweet Pea to text you. "This is a bad idea." Dean stated.

"You don't know that." You argued.

"Oh, I do. We shouldn't involve other people in hunter's business."

"This isn't a normal town, Dean. This town is different."

"Different my ass. Don't get too attached. We'll be back on the road, heading to some other town that needs saving."

Your emotions got the better of you, and you opened your mouth to say something that you'd been keeping to yourself for a long time. "What's so wrong with being attached? What's so wrong with belonging to someplace? Why can't I belong anywhere?"

He fell silent. "I need some space." He mumbled before grabbing his keys and leaving.

You felt tears welling up. Emotions that you've been suppressing came bubbling to the surface. You turned to Sam. "I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha..." You trailed off, tears threatening to spill.

He pulled you in for a hug. "No, it's okay. You shouldn't have to apologize."

"Yes I do." You sniffed. "I'm a hunter. I shouldn't think like that."

"You don't have to be a hunter if you don't want to. We never gave you a choice."

"I do like being a hunter. I like being able to save people. But always being on the move. It's tiring, and I want someplace to get to always have. No matter what happens, I'll still have a home to go to. Like Bobby's, before everything happened."

"I get that." He offered you a smile. "I'll talk to Dean about it."

You shook your head. "I don't know Sam. Dean seems to shut down whatever I say."

Sam didn't know what to say. "You should take a quick shower. It'll make you feel better."

When you got out of the shower and dried your hair, you opened the bathroom door to see Dean. "Look kiddo, we need to talk–" he was cut off by the knocking on the door.

"I'll get it!" You said eagerly, not wanting to start that conversation.

It was Jughead and his dad. "Come with us." You all followed them to the Whyte Wyrm, where about thirty Serpents and Archie were inside. "These are who were open to the idea." Jughead explained.

You noticed that some of them were eyeing Archie. "You told gingy #1?"

"I can help." He said. "I want to help."

You shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Teens, you're with me. The rest of you are with Sam and Dean."

The ten teenagers followed you, while Sam and Dean split up the rest. You showed them how to load a gun, as well as turn the safety on and off. You then showed them how to fire, with targets being stapled to trees. "Okay guys, your turn. I'm trusting you with my guns, so don't be dumbasses. Please."

They were mostly bad. The best one was, surprisingly, Archie. Apparently this wasn't the first time he's dealt with a gun before. You looked back at Sweet Pea, who was barely hitting the target. You watched as he closed one eye and shot again.

"Y'know," you said as you walked up to him. "If you want to hit the target, you should try looking at it with both eyes. Maybe you'll see twice as good."

He looked at you, heat spreading across his face. You were smiling at him, not an amused smile but a gentle one. "It's not like it's just me."

"I know. The only one who seems decent is Archiekins."

Your smile faded as you saw the look of anger on his face. He looked down. "He's not as amazing as everybody makes him."

"Of course not." You brought your hand to his cheek so he could look at you. "He couldn't measure up to you, of course. He wouldn't tell it how it is. He wouldn't give me some of his stuff so that he would have to see me again. He wouldn't be so sweet even when I'm going to leave. You're my hero, remember?"

He looked at your lips before leaning towards you. Just before your lips were going to touch, Dean clasped both of your shoulders, slightly pushing you away. "You should move on teaching different weapons now."

Later on Sam and Dean were eating together while taking a break in teaching the others how to fight an army of werewolves. Dean looked over to you, who was eating and laughing together with Sweet Pea. "We need to break them apart." He stated.

"Dean, it's not like they're dating." Sam looked annoyed as he listened to his brother complain again about the two teenagers. "And either way she won't listen to you."

Dean thought for a moment. "No, but she might listen to someone else." He took out his phone and looked at a certain contact, sighing.

"Dean, no. There's no reason for Crowley to get into her business."

"It's for the case." Dean tried to urge.

He scoffed. "Yeah, if the case is killing Sweet Pea."

Dean ignored his brother and pressed the call button. Dean then proceeded to tell Crowley about the boy you were getting carelessly close to. After he was done talking, he heard silence. "Hello? Crowley, you there?"

"Hello boys." The brothers turned to see a familiar demon with a bag in his hand. "Where's the girl, I want to give her a gift."

"Damnit Crowley." Dean said. "How many times do I have have to tell you to stop spoiling her?"

"Oh, you big, lumbering piles of flannel, you need to learn that there's nothing wrong with a bit of pampering here and there." He then spotted you with Sweet Pea, Jughead and Archie. "Ah, here we are."

You were talking to your friends, but your voice died off as your attention was brought to the demon heading towards you. "Crowley?"

"Hello darling." You hopped off of the bench you were on with a big smile on your face. You gave him a hug, and he patted your head in response. "Here you are, love. Just a little something I feel you deserve."

It was a necklace with an expensive looking jewel attached to it. "I love it! So, how's hell?"

"The demons are dreadfully annoying, darling. I'm glad you gave me an excuse to get away from them for a bit."

"Demons?" Jughead said. "Are you a demon?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Not just any demon, the king! The king of hell!" He then took a step closer, showing his red eyes. "What's your name boy?"

"Crowley." You said in a warning tone.

Jughead backed up a bit, saying his name. He then looked at Archie. "And you?" Archie gave his name as well. Crowley then turned to the boy sitting next to you. "Ah, so you must be Sweet Pea."

"Crowley!" He snapped his head to you. "Stop. I don't know what Dean told you, but leave him alone." He continued to stare at you. "Please. For me. Your favorite human, remember?"

He looked back at Sweet Pea. "This isn't over."

He then walked away from a Sweet Pea was looked like he was two words away from shitting himself. "I'm so sorry, he shouldn't have done that to either one of you, and–"

"He won't kill us, right?" Jughead asked, still eyeing Crowley.

"No! I won't let him, I promise."

"What if he doesn't listen to you?" Sweet Pea quietly asked.

You reached out to hold his hand. "No, Sweets–"

Sweet Pea unconsciously backed up. He realized what he did from the hurt look on your face. "Y/n I'm sorry–"

"No, it's okay." You put on a weak smile. "I'm gonna go be alone for a bit." He tried to grab your wrist but you were quicker, and quickly walked away.

While Dean and Crowley were arguing with Sweet Pea, Jughead and Archie, blaming them for whatever reason you left, Sam slipped away to follow you. He found you sitting on a boulder by Sweet Water River, watching the rapid stream. "Hey tiny. You want to talk about it?"

"Why can't I be happy?" You quietly asked, eyes not leaving the river.

Sam hesitated. "You can–"

"No I can't. Dean shoots down anything related to stability, which is something that makes me feel at ease. I get scolded for making friends, who make me feel like I'm not some freak. Now the first outside person to accept all of me is getting threatened by the people in my life, even though he makes me happier than I've been in a long time. How come I don't deserve to be happy?"

This made Sam's chest tighten with sadness for you. They weren't giving you a choice, just like your dad did to them. They just wanted to be there to see you grow up, to protect you from the dangers of the world. Sam thought it would be better if he gave you more freedom, but that wasn't good enough.

He put an arm around your shoulder, and you rested your head on his chest, enjoying the peaceful silence. When you were ready to return you two found Sweet Pea running around, looking for you. He found you, and Sam decided to give you two some space.

"Y/n," he panted. "We need to talk. I'm so sorry–"

You shook your head and put your hands on his cheeks, silencing him. You then took off the dog tag you were wearing, bringing it out to him. "You shouldn't have to work so hard for someone like me. You deserve better than that."

He stared at the dog tag, and shook his head. "What if I want to work hard for someone like you? Maybe that's what you deserve."

He paused before taking the dog tag and putting it on. He then brought his pocket knife out and put it in your front flannel pocket. "Pea." You couldn't help the small smile forming.

"I really like that pocket knife, so I'll definitely be back for that." He smiled at you.

"Why me?"

"Because you've had it worse than any of us, but you still manage to show your pretty smile. You say what you think is important. With you, I'm not a person from the Southside. I'm just me." He then went down and kissed your cheek. "I want to take this slow to savor it. Is that okay with you?" Ghosting your hand over your cheek, you nodded, somewhat in a daze. He then took your hand, interlocking fingers. "You ready to go back?" You smiled and nodded.

Later on, people were relaxing at the Whyte Wyrm. You looked over to Crowley, who was talking to Jughead and Betty, answering their questions with annoyance. You then watched people play pool. You then turned to Sam. "Feel like making some money?"

"I bet I'll get more." He said, full of pep.

"You're on." You then saw someone finish up a game of pool, walking up to them. "Wow, that looks fun! I've never played before, but I bet I'd like it." You pretended to stumble a bit, fake giggling.

"I don't mind teaching ya, babe." This caught Sweet Pea's ear. He didn't see you drink anything, so why were you acting like this, as well as letting that man talk to you like that?

You bounced up and down, giggling. "Yay! You know what would make it even more fun? It we bet money on it! I get to learn how to play pool, and you could make some money!"

The man smirked you got yourself a deal. $80." He took out a stack of money, and you didn't too. Sweet Pea was caught off guard with that. How did you have so much money on you? You ended up winning fairly quickly.

"Yay! That was fun!" The man grumbled. "Aw, don't be like that. I bet it was beginners luck. How bout this, double or nothing?" So you played again and won. You put the money in your pocket, ignoring the man's curses. "Dude, a bet's a bet. I won, fair and square." You then went to Sam, confident. "$160. You?"

"$210."

"Damn." The two of you laughed, and Sweet Pea watched in awe of you Winchesters that you were all able to make money so easily.

You then looked over to Dean, who was with a woman. He then mentioned having a motel room, and with that the two of them left. Sam sighed. "Dean."

"Gross." You grumbled. "Sleeping in Baby it is."

"You could sleep at my place." Sweet Pea offered. You two stared at him. "I have a bed sofa, and a chair couch. It'll be fine."

Sam nodded his head. "That's very nice of you. Let's go then."

As the three of you were driving to Sweet Pea's trailer, you look out a chest from under the seats, and opened it. It had photographs, as well as jewelery. You put Crowley's necklace in there with ease. "I didn't know you were into that stuff."

You shook your head. "I'm not, but it's nice have I'm even getting gifts. It's the thought that counts."

Sweet Pea offered the bed to you, while Sam slept on the couch bed and Sweet Pea slept on the couch chair. You only problem was your nightmares. They happened mainly when you were alone at night, or some bad memories were brought up to the surface.

You shot up from your very realistic evil dream. You quietly went out of the room, and was about to wake up Sam when you looked over at Sweet Pea. He looked so gently, not to mention uncomfortable, so you gently shook him. "Sweets." You whispered.

He gave out a groan. "What's wrong?" He asked, groggily.

"I had a nightmare. Could you lay back down with me?" He hesitated. "Please? I feel more calm with you."

He got up, and remembered that you were only wearing one of his shirts, like he offered. You both laid down, and you snuggled into his chest as you tangled your limbs. He out one arm around you as the second one was in your hair as he buried his face in it. You both then dozed off.

When Sam woke up, he didn't see Sweet Pea on the sofa chair. He went into his bedroom, and saw the two of you snuggled up together. He had noticed that Sweet Pea was out of the covers while you were under them. He smiled. Sweet Pea didn't want Sam to get mad, so he untangled himself from you while you were sleeping, but stayed with you.

Sam loudly knocked on the door, waking both of you up. He stood there as you both began to stir awake. As soon as Sweet Pea realized that your big brother was standing there, he immediately jumped away from you. "It's not what it looks like."

Sam nodded. "She gets nightmares and doesn't like being alone. I get it." You sat up with a lazy smile, causing Sweet Pea to smile. "C'mon. Today's our last day of training."

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